37
Myla
A little recap here.
Lincoln and I just hauled our butts out of bird town. Now who should drop out of a freaking tree to say hello?
Peli.
Even worse, his little round face curls into a s**t-eating grin.
“You didn’t kill the Contagion that time,” says Peli, Monkey Master of the Obvious.
I shrug. “He’s pretty speedy for a tree.”
“The next Marked One is the demon,” states Lincoln. “Can you lead us to where he is?”
“The demon lives with the Reptilians. They’re rather skittish. I can guide you somewhere for a proper introduction. They won’t try to kill you if I set things up correctly.”
“No killing with the intro,” I deadpan. “Good to know.”
Translation: I’m ticked off at you.
Peli lifts his hands. Orange smoke swirls across his palms. When the haze vanishes, he holds not on
