Parian reached the sink, cranked on the tap. There was no water. She threw herself to one side, feeling along the counter for something, anything to wash out her eyes.
Oh right, of course. Leviathan kinda fucked that whole option up.
“You’re lucky I’m so nice,” Bonesaw said. She lifted up the tattered bottom of her dress to dab at her lip and tongue. I could make out test tubes, equipment and pouches, all belted to her thighs and stomach. “If I was a less forgiving person, I’d make you regret that.”
“Luckily I have a bunch of less forgiving friends who can do it for me!”
Parian sagged to her knees, hands still on the counter, heaving for breath.
She might already be regretting it.
“But instead, I’ll leave you alone to think about what you’ve done,” Bonesaw said. She plucked some of the needles out of her skin. “I’ll finish with these guys, and later, I can show you what I can do with a needle and thread. It’ll be fun. Common interests!”
Pfft! She’s kind of right, though.
“Making friends, Bonesaw?”
Oh cod, who’s this. Jack? Regent?
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