“Shit.”
“I mean, how the hell do you fight against something like that? I have no idea, so I do what I’m told and try to stay out of their way the rest of the time.”
Before Nick could even begin to formulate an intelligent response, there was a knock on the door, and it opened a few seconds later. Jah’lar walked in wearing a casual suit, looking clean and crisp and completely calm and unbothered by anything.
“What did you give to me and do to me last night?” Nick snapped the words out.
Jah’lar oozed across the room and stopped in the space between the two beds, gazing placidly between Nick and Adam. He reached inside his breast pocket and pulled out a small vial, holding it out to Nick.
“I know you’ve already worked out this is a derivative of the kelbit’s venom and produces a different response.”
Nick glared at the vial for a few seconds before slowly lifting his gaze to meet Jah’lar’s. “Go rot in Hell.”