“I—” she stammered. “I would see if I could make it loyal.” “And if you couldn’t? If a monster can’t be made loyal, what would you do then?” Their faces were close. Helena’s throat tightened, her heart beating too fast. “I’d look for flaws in the transmutation,” she said. “The splicing isn’t very good, so there are mistakes that could be aggravated to accelerate deterioration. You wouldn’t have to kill it outright, you’d just—speed up the inevitable.” He leaned forward, so close she could feel his breath. For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her.
Are we still talking about the chimaera? 😏
