The foul restroom stench filled Kid’s nostrils. He cringed.
Oily marks—the marks he’d seen back in Jerry’s place—started to reappear, until they were black with tiny points protruding from them.
Kid leaned down to get a good look. They were sharp, barb-like. He moved his fingers close, but just as he was about to touch one, several shifted together.
“Holy fuck. What is it? A mutation?”
“That’s where the wings used to be.”
The marks were weird, but it was too big of a leap for him to believe Kinzer’s story. Kinzer was either lying out of his ass or bat-shit crazy. Either way, he didn’t care. Kinzer had rescued him from Jerry’s, so he would swear his loyalty to him regardless…even if that meant going along with all this nonsense about angels and demons and wars between Heaven and Hell.
“Okay,” he said. “What do we gotta do?”
“I gotta warn some higherlings.”
