“This don’t look like a boat.”
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“Can you stop doing that?”
“If you’d like, Jessica.”
“How do you know my name?”
“I’ve been observing.”
“Where’s Taylor?” I pressed him.
“Here.”
“Give me your hand,” I demanded.
Kronos stuck his hand out and I took it in mine, turning it over and then rubbing at the blue on his skin.
“This isn’t some kind of trick, is it?” I asked.
“No trick, Jess.”
“What the hell are you then? Bigfoot?”
“No. I am not.”
“Then what?”
“I am Devoran.”
“Is that some kind of Russian village?”
“No…”
“Gee, I guess you don’t have a sense of humor where you’re from.”
I let go of his hand. He stared at me with dull yellow eyes, brighter than topaz but more dull than sunflower petals.
“I am here to observe.”
“No one else knows you’re here?”
“No.”
“Well you gotta befromsomewhere. I mean you can’t be from outer space…”
“A distant planet. Devor.”
“Shut the front door!”
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“How are you doingthat?”
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“I can’t do that. I can’t do what you do creepy-crawling inside other people’s heads.”
