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I reached out with ht as well have been trying to suck a watered I knew froic poisoning wasn’t pleasant
"What the bloody ’ell," said a familiar Scottish accent from behind the door The eye blinked in a very huet in here?"
I gave up on ize and took deep breaths to ward off the sick feeling in lesworth," I said "My name is Justin"
"Who are you with?"
"Nobody It’s just emstone eye narrowed "Bloody shame"
"That I saved you?" I leaned closer to the eye "Look, I know you’re probably proud of your super-secret hideout and all, but these things are a diazillion of these--"
"Who did you say?"
"Shelton?"
"Harry Shelton" His voice went flat
"Um…yeah?" I re eneht have been a horrible ht in the corridor winked out And the sound of crushing death grated against the stone floor
Chapter 17
For the second tiht appeared as the iron door before e frame of MacLean stood there
"Well, why didn’t you say you ith Harry?" he said in a booripped mine and shook it until my bones rattled "Paul MacLean Pleased to enuinely surprised
He releasedterhed and motioned me forward "Come on in Welcome to my secret abode" He waved a hand around the small stone room A bunk bed stood in a corner and a table in theaway froured the entire library must be riddled with them
MacLean reached into a box and pulled out a brown bottle with cold vapors stea from it He popped the top with a thumb, settled into a chair, and propped his boots atop the table "Grab an ale if you’d like, lad It’s brewed on cahed "Bloody hell, I really needed one of these"
"Why did Bigglesworth kidnap you?" I asked, ignoring his offer of alcohol
MacLean smiled "Direct and to the point, eh?" He narrowed his eyes "How do you know about the Flark?"
My left eye twitched "The what?"
"That’s what Bigglesworth--the nasty bugger--is"
"A Flark?" I narrowed my eyes "Did you just make that up?"
He chuckled "Nope Don’t knoho did Personally, I’d rather just call himine, lad" He folded an arm across his stomach and took another draw of ale
After a moment of silence, I huffed "Fine I know him because he works for the Conroys, and they wanthis boots off the table, he leaned toward me, lips pursed "You’re bloody Justin Slade, aren’t you?"
A sigh escaped me "Yes Will you answer my question?"
"But you’re with the Te for the Borathens"
I was about to anshen shadows crept fro A shadow skull stretched from a corner behind MacLean "Eat," it whispered in a raspy susurrus, seductive and de intensified, and hunger like no other I had felt before hollowed low as my eyes settled on him I smelled his blood I wanted to bite his throat Tear it out Drink--