CHAPTER THIRTEEN
With his wings badly burned, Dax struggled to fly back to where he’d left his satchel. When he finally made it, it took all his remaining strength to force his body to shift, internalizing all the damage under the thin skin of his other form.
He hiked the distance back toward Jane’s lab, and reached it just as the sun began to set.
“You look like shit.” Jane rushed him inside. “What the hell were you doing out there?”
“The volcano,” he panted, out of breath and exhausted.
“And you told me not to go. Did you walk all the way here? You great big idiot.” She directed him toward a communal kitchen and began to dig through cabinets.
“It’s going to erupt.”
“Thank you, Captain Obvious. Now hold still.” She applied a wet rag to his face and began to wipe away the grime.
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