Chapter 65: Back to the treehouse.

HIS EYES POPPED open, and Nigel’s gaze slashed to the front window of the spaceship.

No weebills.

He surged upward, rolling onto his feet in one fluid motion, dislodging himself from Pete. His eyes scanned the royal, who still languidly sprawled on the floor, a picture of indolence, as if nothing in the world had shifted.

“It’s morning, mate.” Nigel stared down at the silly Dagerstanteen. “Why didn’t you wake me ...