Michael Reese.
Two men approached Chris and the Horned Serpent. One leaned on Chris' chest, whispering something in his ear. I could tell it was the host of Uktena, and my discomfort was soon forgotten, feeling my blood pumping at the thought of finally getting back at him.
He, too, noticed me, glancing my way with those bright and innocent-looking eyes of his. He turned around and said something to his mate and the other man, facing me with a smile as he approached me.
“Thank you for inviting us.” He said.
Was he being serious? Was he dumb or playing dumb?
Did he think we were friends now?
“We need to talk,” I said, watching him look behind him and at his mate, which drove me to add. “Alone.”
I nodded at Ryker, and he understood that I didn’t need him to follow me. Jonathan still l
