Page 49 of A Fury Of Shadows

Alright,he said reluctantly.

He hugged the floor, as quiet as a mouse.

“Thank God for that,” Cortes muttered.

“Can you people do something about her?”

They turned.

Chris the flight attendant was struggling to hold a floppy and distinctly green-looking Millie in his arms. “I found her being sick in the toilet.”

Miles rushed over and took the boa constrictor off him. “Sorry, she’s not good with altitude.”

He murmured comforting words to his familiar while she coiled around his waist like a limp, ten-foot-long linguine.

“The boa constrictor can go to the toilet?” one of the super soldiers remarked with a healthy dose of skepticism.

“She’s very smart,” Miles said proudly.

“She tried to eat the food offering at Mr. Ho-Nam’s funeral,” Mae reminded him coolly.

“It was only because we skipped breakfast,” Miles protested.

Violet snorted. “That funeral was hilarious.”

Mae cut her eyes to her.

The witch sobered. “Sorry.”

“Was that the one where a widow punched you?” Cortes shrugged at Mae’s pinched look. “Abraham blabbed.”

“A widow punched you?” Serena said.

“She had a mean left hook,” Mae grumbled.

Vlad watched Chris the flight attendant head back into the galley with a resigned air. “That guy has nerves of steel considering what he’s been through so far today.”

“He’s been on a plane with Smokey before,” Serena said sourly. “Having to entertain a bored Hellhound in a confined metal space thousands of feet in the air builds character.”

A crunching sound drew everyone’s stare.

Tom had his feet up on the backrest of a chair and was eating a bowl of popcorn with gusto.

“This is the best trip ever!” he said with a grin.

Lou furrowed his brow. “You’re such an ass.”

Someone threw an empty carton of juice at Tom.

“Hey!”

He responded to the attack with a barrage of popcorn. Things went rapidly downhill after that. Tarang grinned at the growing mayhem. Brimstone wheezed, eyes shrinking into merry slits.

Hellreaver tried to wriggle out from under them.Lemme see!Lemme see!

Mae rubbed her temples and started counting.

Vlad curled a lip as miscellaneous projectiles whooshed above his head. “Jesus.”

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