“Really, who among us can resist the charm of being given your enemy’s severed finger?” A little too lightly, I wonder, “What did you do with yours?” “I threw it back in Nicky’s face.” Her smile widens. “But Remy’s anatomy drawing professor has this tank of beetles that cleans bones, so he put it in there for a few days, bleached them, and then mounted it in our entryway.” Her brow ticks up. “A warning to the others.”
