Page 40 of Sohut's Protection

That was something to consider.

Phek.

He suddenly had a lot of things to consider and phek him but he didn’t nearly have enough time.

The Gori would be expecting his return soon.

They’d trusted that he would catch their creature and that he did.

The more he thought about it, the more pissed he became.

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She’d fucked up.

Royally.

Cleo couldn’t even face herself or the situation she’d fallen into.

It wasn't lost on her that she'd been trained for this moment from her very early years.

In primary school, her teachers had been horrified when she'd mentioned the week she'd spent in the wilderness alone.

Which parent would have been mad enough to leave their eight-year-old all alone in the wild?

Thomas Barlow. That's who.

Staring into the dark sky, her brows hurt from the severe frown on her face.

Each morning she woke had been another day added to her freedom and she’d relished it.

This new life had taken some getting used to but she was darned proud of herself.

To let it slip away so easily…

She had to find a way out of this.

She wasn’t dead yet.

In front of her, the blue alien was standing a few meters away.

Right now, he stood scowling at her, unblinking.

And the more time passed, the angrier he seemed to get.

Fuck.

Was he disappointed in his catch or something?

She was pretty sure he was going to walk over and snap her neck at any moment. For that reason, she tried to make herself look as nonthreatening as possible.

It felt like an hour passed and he was still studying her.

What’s worse, Wawa was nowhere to be seen.

He still hadn’t returned.

She could only hope that he wasn’t dead.

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