“Thatcher Pierson. Death manifested into one perfectly made human.” Lyra breathes the same way she does when she’s admiring one of her dead bugs. With excitement. “Capable of choking you with his bare hands and not feeling anything in his cold, dark heart. He is incapable of feeling anything. Which is why, it’s believed the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. His father was Ponderosa Springs’ one and only serial killer.”
