Chapter Twenty-One
“Where are we now?” Zoran asked, hiccupping when a giggle tried to escape him. He twitched and resisted scratching the area. Mandra said it only made it worse.
“At… Attic,” Trelon chuckled, before wincing.
“Man… Mandra, how long… how long will this last,” Kelan asked in a slightly higher voice than normal.
“We got out before we were bitten too much. A few minutes to an hour at the most,” he said through gritted teeth. “Goddess, I hate those things.”
Ha’ven chuckled and watched Vox and Viper scratch at the small insect bites on their skin. Paul and he were the only ones who had made it unscathed thanks to the shield he had erected around their chairs. He glanced at the other men who were fighting fits of laughter.
“Thank you,” Paul muttered with an amused grin.
“We
