“What will the potion do?” Cal doesn’t look at me when he says, “Kill them.” His words ricochet inside me, battering my ribs. Too many emotions rise up inside, and I can’t piece together what it is I’m feeling. Relief that we finally have a plan. Vindication that Dad’s murderers will be punished for what they did. But there’s also this sense of unease. Does murdering the people who want us dead make us villains, too?
