CHAPTER 39
Zac felt like an i***t.
He had requested the clove cigarettes because he didn’t smoke, but Ethan Wolfe did. They had given Zac a choice of what he would smoke and, unlike someone from Ethan Wolfe’s time, Zac had a wide variety of options. From organically grown and hand rolled pure tobacco to the tobacco-free clove variety he had chosen, they all looked like cigarettes, but the clove type didn’t have all of the nicotine or toxins.
What it still had, however, was smoke.
He tried another drag on the thing and even though he only took in the tiniest, most infinitesimal amount of clove smoke his lungs rejected it wholeheartedly. They seized in his chest as his throat muscles tightened, bulged out, and tried to push everything out of his lungs and mouth in a massive cough. He sup
