Mia's nose crinkled slightly at the term mutated, but what other word was there for it? Her parents had let people go in and mess around with her DNA. She could see her kids eye lashes when they were down the street and she always knew who was hanging around in dark alleys. She was mutated. She was a mutant.
"I've heard that, too. Honestly, I'd rather them have yours than Tino's." She'd learned to trust what they had, but early on, it had been hard to deal with not ever really knowing if he was affecting her somehow. When she'd figured out he dealt with lust moreso than love- that had helped.