Chapter 53: Break the rhythm.

THIS WAS THE longest week in Nigel’s life.

Nigel flipped Pete with a practiced flick of his tentacles, then stretched his own, feeling the burn in his muscles. The alien landed on his back with a soft thump, staring up at the intricate network of leafy branches around the treehouse roof.

They both sighed, a synchronized exhalation of effort.

Bollocks.

While waiting for Pete to rise, Nigel strode to the platform’s edge. ...