They’re all noble creatures, Thisbe, except you, you’re a…” Her eyes dared me to finish. “You’re a tick.” She snorted. “A tick? That’s the best you have?” “You’re a tick, Thisbe,” I spat it this time, spat it like a curse. “A tick, and you feed, and you bloat, and you crawl, and you think it makes you something poetic and exciting, like a vampire, and you’re so wrong.”
