THIRTY FOUR
D'ANDRE WALKER was powerless. Barely conscious, he wasn't sure how much longer he could care about this world at all. It was over for him anyway. The darkness was catching up fast. It just annoyed him how hard it was to keep breathing. It would be better if he had his oxygen mask. But they didn't care.
Dragomir snatched him up whole in his cold freaky reptile claws. Before he knew it, they flew out of the building again over the city. He was high in the sky, but he just wanted to sleep.
Across the blue day, D'Andre wrestled to remain secure, as the lizard king dove quickly back toward the ground.
D'Andre's head flopped around in the breeze. He arrived at the nearest airport. Parked little Cessna planes sat silently in their own parking lot.
Dragomir wrenched open a cockpit
