Chapter 91
February: 3,389 BC
Earth: Mesopotamian Plain
JAMIN
Jamin crept through the tall, Mesopotamian grasses, stalking the lion which was his prey. It was a magnificent male, as big as any he'd ever seen, with paws as large as his face and a red mane which framed its head like the rays of the sun.
"Shhh…" Jamin gestured for Lucifer to creep forward. "Tuck your wings against your back. We're downwind, but if he sees you, he will attack."
"That's what this is for." Lucifer's handsome features curved up into a grin. He pointed to his golden pulse rifle, the one he had used to teach Jamin to shoot.
Jamin met his eerie silver eyes.
"You said you wanted to hunt lions like a native," Jamin said. He held up his spear. "Now prove it."
"You are so passionate about everything you do, lit
