Chapter 16
PeaceablePeaceable raced to the ship. She needed a weapon. A gun? Where would Joseph keep something like that if he even had one on board? Panting, vaguely aware of the agony of her injured feet, she scanned the common area. She could spend hours searching and find nothing. Joseph needed help now.
Be creative. Be destructive. She needed something heavy enough to crack a shell.
There.
She grabbed the object and dashed outside.
Joseph grappled with a mornclaw clinging to one arm and another climbing his leg.
With both hands, she brought the geode down onto the mornclaw. The shell cracked loudly. She bashed at it again until the claws relaxed.
Joseph flung it away from him, then cradled his arm against his chest. Blood smeared across his bare chest and dripped down his arm o
