So everyone had been right about the way Oak Creek would shield me from the Reptilians’ surveillance devices. Yes, I’d believed the stories — or at least, I thought I had — but belief wasn’t the same thing as having someone basically corroborate the thing you’d been trusting in. “I’m staying at a safe place,” I said, tone neutral. A part of me was very glad to see him again, but I wasn’t so glad that I was about to abandon all caution and tell him where I was currently living.
“Here in Sedona?”
“What does it matter?” I countered. “I’m not coming back with you.”
Once again, I saw that tension pull at his jaw, the strong muscles in his neck. “I could take you now,” he said, fishing something from his pocket. When he laid it down on the tabletop in front of him, I realized it was the metal
