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.