CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Startled, I let go of Edge’s arms and stood off him. Edge immediately jumped to his feet and turned to face me. The scowl he wore on his face would have been awfully intimidating if he wasn’t at least a head shorter than me and a lot thinner than me. He had ditched the big rifle for a smaller g*n holstered at his side that nonetheless looked even bigger than his head.
“I didn’t expect to see you again, Edge,” I said. I paused and then added, “Just what the heck are you doing here, anyway? How did you even know I was here?”
“It doesn’t matter,” said Edge. Now that I had heard his real voice—which sounded like a high-pitched teenager going through puberty—his fake deep voice just sounded ridiculous, like Christian Bale in the Batman movies. “How I got here is my busin
