I hope these words would matter—even if they only made them hesitate for a moment.
But when Morgana heard them, she actually laughed. The sound was sharp and unhinged.
“Threatening me?”
She slowly walked over and looked down at me, her eyes filled with twisted hatred.
“Nothing you say will change anything. Your kidney — I’m taking it.”
She pointed toward Jettison standing behind her.
He was leaning against the wall, his face pale, dark circles under his eyes. He looked like someone hollowed out by alcohol and drugs.
Morgana’s voice suddenly turned shrill.
“If he doesn’t get the transplant — he’ll die right now!”
Her hand slashed fiercely through the air.
“If my son dies, then no one gets to live!”
I looked at her, and a thought suddenly formed in my mind.
She’s insane.
Truly i
