Micah stared at the boards in the van in confusion. “All of this is gibberish,” he deadpanned, looking at Grey in annoyance.
“Don’t be a d**k,” Jem snapped. “You were the one who said it all.”
“I just had my heat suppressors jabbed in my thigh. I was drugged off my head,” he snapped. “How can you think any of this makes sense?”
Alexander shrugged. “When you started discussing the curse, I recorded everything you said.”
Micah sighed. “Give me a minute. Let me read over all of this. Let me see how it makes sense.”
Each recording had its sticky label, which varied in size and colour. But he recognised Alexander’s unnervingly neat handwriting.
‘The dogs. There's more. Look.’
‘Fireball. Sky’
‘Zombies.’ Okay, now that was pushing it.
‘Don't trust purple eyes.’ When Micah read that, he i
