Excerpt of Intergalactic Witness Protection
I watch Killa as she awkwardly tries to drag Nicholas’s dead-weight to his bed.
“My new body is coming,” I tell her as she gruntingly drags him a few feet. “If you just wait for a moment-”
“I can do this,” she mutters, bending down to flip him over her shoulder. “I trained in the most rigorous police academy on Mars-”
Miraculously, she gets Nicholas flopped over her frail frame. Then, in the next moment, she’s crumpled on the ground with him on top of her.
“It’s a slower body,” I tell her, “but it’s coming.”
She mutters something underneath Nicholas about him being too fat and smelling too good.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
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