27. For an Eye
Ben
Aldo’s father’s voice made my skin burn worse than the forced anaphylaxis, but Aldo ignored him completely, launching himself at his mother instead.
There were several furious, pained groans, most of them from Aldo, as the two slashed at each other with Splinter limbs, but the winner was clear when the swelling abruptly stopped, and six pairs of lungs gasped to catch up on breathing.
I blinked my vision clear and aimed the blowgun Mina had handed me, but Aldo was still holding his mother at bay with a hand-turned-tentacle wrapped around her wrists. Too easy to mistake for a single Splinter. His father wasn’t touching him, but he was standing too close for me to trust my aim. I drew my wooden spear and approached down the Warehouse wall as fast as the gravity would le
