Disease

The Hawthorn tree. You can eat the berries. Taste the juice. But the seeds are the deadliest part. And I was going to become the seed. I was going to be the cyanide that destroyed Ollie and everything he valued. The Set-what was left of them anyway-were going to pay for what they did to me. For the torture they put me through. They drowned me. Drugged me. Humiliated me. But I was not going to let them take my dignity.