Thirty-One:
Oliver Oswin
My head was splitting. I had no memory of what had happened. The last thing that I remembered was that Piper had been chased by a Minitour. There were wine bottles surrounding me. Also, Piper’s face hovering over me.
Her brows were furrowed together in worry. “Oliver, what happened?”
I winced. “I don’t know. The last thing I saw was you on the news getting attacked by a Minitour.”
She grimaced. “That’s what I’m here about. I’m going to do something that goes against all of the rules of probably every comic book ever, but this isn’t a comic book. This is my life. I know who Bombtastic is.”
I sat up at those words. “Wait, what?”
“I know who Bombtastic is,” Piper said.
“The weird, internet vigilante guy? The one that people t
