CHAPTER TEN
Only it doesn’t smash into me. With the speed a Secret Service agent would be proud of, Valerian yanks me behind him, taking the projectile in the chest in my stead.
The material of his outfit begins to sizzle, and terror rips through me. Pucking i***t! What was he thinking? Who made him my bodyguard? I want to yell at him, but there’s no time. Hands shaking, I grab my hand sanitizer and squirt the cleansing liquid at the spot where the acid is attacking Valerian’s suit.
The sizzling seems to lessen.
Valerian tears at the front of his suit, ripping a chunk away.
There’s a nasty burn on his chest, which I squirt with more hand sanitizer.
I’ll live, he informs me via LEGO letters. We have to go.
Grimacing in pain, he grabs my hand and pulls me toward the door as Erato’s kn
