Chapter 72
EVERY FIBER OF IRRISSA’S BEING WANTED to run far, far away from the mutant insect of doom, especially since it would take her to get probed. But she gritted her teeth and ran into the carriage, pressing her back against the bench to be as far as possible from the hideous sea scorpion. “Where to?” the driver asked Kendric with a laugh. “Quinlin Sonden’s office, please.” The driver shook the reins, and the giant scorpion thrashed its tail against the water, pulling them along. “So who is this Quinlin guy anyway?” Irrissa asked. Kendric smiled. “He’s the best probe I know. If anyone can slip into your brain, it’s him.” Something about the words “slip in” gave her the heebie-jeebies. She tried to think about something else to stay calm. “Why does he work down here?” Atlantis wasn’t a bad
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