Chapter 93

Chapter Ninety-Three

Connor couldn’t be sure what was more surprising: that Selen had approved the raid on the archaeological team’s camp, or that the team had reached their target without serious mishap.

He squatted against one of the low, perforated mounds, sweat streaming down his face in the afternoon heat.

Far away, something made a high, sharp warbling noise.

Whatever it was, the low growth of the area—squat, bushy things that might be distant cousins to the pollen-spouting scrub surrounding the pit—hid it.

All around him, the team took sips of water, conserving it and maybe worrying it could be corrupted by the hairy things that had somehow gotten into the pipes.

The water smelled normal, and it was sweet on the tongue, but…

How would you know if you were drinking alien spider guts?