![]() I’d watched that other scribbly thing, the one claiming to be Reid’s father, levitate the two of them, and I wasn’t the least bit interested in floating around. ![]() The scribbly thing smiled at me, and suddenly I was levitating off the bed. He yanked on them, but they didn’t break. Logan grabbed at the strings above my wrists. I struggled against the strings that were tightening around my limbs. Asking him to let me go had less than zero percent chances of working, but I couldn’t help it. Since they were made up of tons of wriggling threads, it was impossible to kill them. But bullets were pointless against the scribbly things. He usually used a gun with tricked-out interdimensional bullets against creatures from the other side of the breaches. ![]() ![]() He-Logan-had shot to his feet at the sight of the scribbly thing, but he wasn’t sure what to do. Let’s just say it was not shaping up to be the best day ever.Įspecially since I had been in the middle of a conversation with Logan that I really wanted to have, because I had it kind of bad for the very attractive gargoyle. One of those scribbly creatures had just appeared, solidified into a human shape, called me sis, said I was going to fix some mess and then wrapped his squirmy little black threads around my wrists and ankles. I was lying on a bed in the healing wing at Ravenridge College, recovering from nearly bleeding to death. ![]()
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