“Both of you, stop!” Rocco cried. “We’re with the Regulators. All of this must stop, now!”
Cyrus peeked out from Luna’s shirt pocket. With blurred, fish-eyed perception in the dark, he made out the faint outlines of Thurston and Murgalen holding each other, their backs turned.
Luna balanced on the vines as they shifted in the wind.
“Leave us alone!” Thurston said, turning his head around, a snarl in his voice.
“Not on your life,” Luna said.
Murgalen didn’t turn around.
“There’s plenty of space for us all inside,” she said. “Nature does not withhold from her own. Especially birds and rats. You may follow us, children.”
Thurston gave her an angry look, but she patted his hand and the duo walked into the covered work floor.
The inside of the work floor was a maze of bent and broken st
