CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“The IEA?” Arlecchino repeated. “Who the hell are they?”
“The people who are going to kick your ass, that’s who,” said Space. “Now let Treehugger go or we’ll do a lot more than just shoot knives out of your hands.”
Treehugger couldn’t believe it. She had thought that Space and Galaxy had been killed by the Servants; at the very least, she figured they would be too busy fighting the Servants of the Starborn to come save her. Yet here they were, weapons out and aimed at the Venetians, showing no fear in face of these three powerful supervillains. It almost brought tears of joy to Treehugger’s eyes, because it meant she was going to survive after all.
Pantalone, however, stepped forward, his claws balled into fists. “I don’t know who or what you are, but if you think we a
