Chapter 719

• Someone had roped an anchor around David's ankles, turning every step into a giant pain in the ass. Limbs, heavy. Head, heavy. His eyes refused to focus, and his eyelids fought against him. He wouldn't fall asleep by accident; that just wasn't a thing in Hell. But not getting eight hours of sleep meant he and the girls would be stuck in this shitty, exhausted state until they did finally get some sleep. And it'd only get worse each night they didn't sleep.
• Caera knew the way, and they followed her, tails dragging and wings drooping. Even the Las had lost all energy, no more running around or jumping or squeaking or clicking, just slow walking. A bunch of zombies.
• Hours later, a shape on the soft, dark ground awaited them. Caera froze, and the group did the same. Everyone traded confused looks, and the tiger prowled ahead, each step slow and deadly silent. They held their breath, and Caera motioned for them to come closer.