Chapter 48: Safe for the moment.

AFTER A SHORT while, Nigel slipped his tentacle out of Pete’s death grip, the sensation of Pete’s fear still lingering. He grabbed one of his knives and eyed the bloke.

“Don’t disturb the tent.” Nigel got the blade free of his belt, the sharp blade glinting faintly in the gloom. “On your belly, Pete.”

Pete did as Nigel commanded, flattening himself, but the alien still glanced frantically at the tent. The royal shook as ...