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Ethan and his guards force-march me through more artery-style hallways. As we walk along, I take care to look slump-shouldered and pathetic. Ethan is done blabbing plans—at least for now—so it gives me a chance to take stock of my situation.
On the negative side, my Scala robes are useless against human guns, Iggy is gone, and Ethan’s a d**k.
On the positive side, at least my tail is still free. Plus, it’s hanging at an odd angle to look broken. It’s one of our best battle ruses.
Long story short, I still have a shot here.
Our small group pauses by a nondescript stretch of passageway. Once again, Ethan lifts his binoculars and points them toward a particular stretch of wall. Within seconds, a round portal opens. My heart leaps into my throat.
This is it.
I’m finally about to find
