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.