Page 131 of Psycho Pack

Valek growls at the loss of attention.

Like a demanding cat.

Keep petting him, my mind churning.

"Of course, nothing can be done about those impressive devil teeth of yours," Valek drawls. "Unless they could smooth them down. Though that might look worse. Like a crocodile with veneers…"

I frown.

What are veneers?I sign, having to spell out the word.

Have no idea what it even means.

But it sounds terrible.

"Rich people put them over their teeth to make them look perfectly smooth," Thane replies. Smirk tugs at his lips. "They were more common before the war."

I stare blankly at him.

That would look worse,I agree.

"Right," Thane replies.

He's awkward again.

Doesn't like to talk about my face.

It bothers him.

Makes him feel bad.

Valek laughs.

Sound is less sharp than usual.

Maybe because the drugs are wearing off.

Maybe because I'm still petting him.

Keep stroking Valek's hair.

Like petting a wild animal.

Have to be gentle.

Careful.

He reminds me of myself.

When I first escaped.

Before Ivy.

Before pack.

When everything was rage.

Pain.