Chapter 57

• I watched as seven of the brothers checked weapons and joked with each other. For the dire situation we were facing, you’d think it was a game. Then again if you lived as long as they did even scrabble would lose its appeal after fifty or sixty years.
• Quinton walked over and turned me to look at the Sais hanging all pretty in the straps on my back. I still had my raptor behind me and knife strapped to my hip, but I felt better prepared with the addition of the new blades I now felt comfortable. Chase had only let me practice for a few hours, but the movements came to me now without hesitation.
• “Upgraded I see.” He smiled down at me.