“You ruined my shot at a Council career!”
The sharp point became a grasping tendril, wrapping around my leg and lifting me off the ground. Madison stretched the tendril higher until I was hanging upside-down from the tunnel ceiling, swinging the mop handle spear down at her face, which was just out of reach.
That tendril around my ankle was made of the same piece of living slime as the tongue that had shoved itself halfway down my esophagus, and if I let myself think about that while I was upside-down, I might drown from throwing up into my own sinuses.
“You killed Billy!” she accused. “I’d be in there by now if it weren’t for you!”
She grew a new tentacle to point past the barrier to the Sliver Warehouse itself, where I guessed her pod transfer had yet to be approved.
“This is her,”
