To Become The Monster
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“But being turned is not a joke. Not a novelty. Not a fashion statement. You cannot reverse it, you cannot undo it, and it will change everything you are.”
Mae laughed lightly, tilting her head. “Well, technically, I’m already dead inside, so how much worse can it be?”
Rowan’s lip twitched. “You’re funny.”
“I try,” Mae said, smirking. “But seriously. Let’s say I wanted to do it. What would I even—?”
“Stop right there,” Rowan interrupted, voice low, dangerous. “Step one: you do not go to a newly-turned. You want someone with experience. Someone at least… three hundred years old. If not older.”