Her companion in the back seat was a case containing a cello, borrowed from a Cambridge music society for Karl to play. Even to let it touch her lips sickened her. I'm the one who works with Father, not you. Her eyes crystalline with terror and determination, she ignored him.
He no longer looked human. Is that what you want? To create the thing in the first place was sick, Karl replied. His jewel-like eyes were intense, unblinking, seductively beautiful. Shivering with something worse than cold, she leaned towards him; holding her breath.