Chapter 18I scrambled to my feet and kicked the plant. Gabe whacked it with his club. The thing dragged itself away, leaving us in peace. Wary of a trick, I watched it while Gabe panted to catch his breath and held his side.
“Thanks,” Gabe said. “I don’t know that I could’ve finished it without your help.”
“Are you okay?” I wasn’t usually the person who asked that question. My head spun.
“It got me a few times, but not too bad. You?”
As soon as he asked, the cuts on my calf flared with sharp, stinging pain. “Just my leg. I’ll be fine so long as we don’t have to run.”
“Same, I think.”
The rose monster kept wriggling away, so I ignored it. “It was so hard before, but seemed so easy this time.”
“Attitude makes a big difference. Also, those grenades hurt it and made it more careful. The
