Chapter 45: A thank you.

NOW THAT NIGEL had tossed out the snake, he strode across the room, his steps purposeful, stopping in the center of his treehouse next to his sleeping tent.

While eyeing Pete, he wiped his blade on his filthy shorts, the fabric gritty with dried slime and blood. He needed to get clean. Dark splashes from the snake colored the wooden floor, and a mix of all the things Pete had endured trying to survive on Umicore Prime coated the Dagerstanteen. They ...