4
Maxon
Thirty-seven hours… That’s how long I’ve been waiting outside Charybdis. I drum my fingers on the arm of my lawn chair.
Something big is coming, I know it.
Tyberius fidgets in the chair next to mine. “The blue lights stopped hours ago.”
I don’t bother looking at him because I already know what I’ll see: An exhausted guy sitting beside me in the moonlight, his red-rimmed eyes looking at me like I’m nuts.
He’s not totally wrong. I may really be losing it now.
“Did you hear me?” asks Ty.
“Yup. And I caught the twelve other times you said it, too.” I scrub my hand over my face. My eyes sting with the need for sleep. “I don’t care about the reports. I’ve staked out more demons than you have teeth.” I point to Charybdis. “A new kind of battle is waiting in there, you can bank on
