I picture the angels giving advice to our headmaster, training my gym class and sending me one awesome dragon-scale fighting suit, free of charge. I point to Mom. “That’s it. The demons must be preparing to invade. Soon.” The moment the words leave my mouth, it’s like the temperature in the living room drops below zero. Another war? I’ve seen what Armageddon can do. Fear twists in my belly. This is a new level of suck.
Walker lets out a frustrated sigh. “They’ve been saying that since Armageddon’s War ended, and it’s never happened.”
“I don’t know Walker, there’s been strange stuff at school.” I wince. “Extra inspections. Teachers being attacked or even killed. It’s bad out there.” I picture the pile of ash that once was Miss Thing and shiver.
Mom taps her cheek. “We need an exit plan.”
