Chapter 41: Another day in the bush.

NIGEL DIDN’T HAVE to help this royal dingo, but his mum’s voice, sharp as a freshly honed blade, echoed in his head.

Help the silly bastard out, Nigel.

Fine, Mum. He gritted his teeth, the sound a faint scrape inside his own skull, and took a deep, shuddering breath. Pete would need water—and soon—to clean off that slick oil and the still-burning toxic muck. Nigel had no intention of instructing the bloke on fighting ...