"I swear, I don't know anything! I'm telling the truth!" the bald man screamed as Milagros, without a hint of hesitation, began to twist his fingers backward. The crunch that followed made Letecia flinch despite herself.
The Bonacon no longer looked like a monster. After that violent, melting transformation that had left him trembling and slick with sweat, all that remained was a pitiful, pale man. His skin was ashen, his eyes darted about in panic, and his breath came in broken bursts. William almost felt sorry for him—almost.
"Well, damn," he muttered, watching Milagros roll up her sleeves. "And this is the thing that almost tore us apart?"
"It was a monster," she said flatly, "now it's just meat."
Without a trace of emotion, she took hold of the man's other hand.
He whimpered, eyes flicking between them like a cornered animal. He was still reeling from being human again, still blinking in disbelief, when Milagros launched into her interrogation.
