“Which one do you think is tastiest?” Sibby asks, bouncing on her toes with excitement and restlessness. I curl my lip in disgust, wrinkling my nose. “Don’t be gross. We’re not cannibals.” Sibby scoffs. “I would never taint my body with demon meat. We won’t be eating them, but the vultures will.” “She’s got a way with words,” Zade says dryly, a tinge of amusement in his tone. That she does.
