Chapter 72

Chapter Seventy-Two

Even before Connor’s tender butt hit the moss-covered ground, he struck at the thing that had attacked him. His mind would normally have registered what it was, but he’d been off-balance standing in the cup of Vicente’s clasped hands, and the thing had come from the dark of the airlock.

So it was the snap of bone that caused Connor to freeze.

Then the heavy weapons expert and the Moon boys were laughing.

And Connor realized his attacker was a human skeleton dressed in an armored vest and black pants. He’d knocked the thing’s skull from its spine, and now the scent of dusty, old death was in his nose and the taste of rotten flesh was on his tongue.

He tossed the thing off of him and spat to clear its desiccated flesh from his mouth.

Vicente offered a hand and pulled Connor up. “Nearly get you, Boss?”