I’d almost finished my drawing of the black bat flower and stared at my color pencil. The tip seemed plenty sharp. “You better go for the eye if you’re serious.” Sebastian leaned over me and perused my work. “Shove upward hard if you want to impale my brain. Finish me off or I’ll find you. How was your run this afternoon, by the way?” “You are sick.” “That’s what all the professionals say.”
