It could attack me like it had attacked Lucía, but I didn’t run away. I stared back. The room stank despite Magos’s constant cleaning. It opened its mouth wide, revealing the fullness of its fangs. Two rows extending halfway across its body. I was jealous of the monster, how it didn’t care what it was or did. No shame. It held itself up with a certain pride. But mostly I was jealous of the way Magos cared for it despite it being a monster.
