Chapter 104: A Day at the Beach Part 1

"You know," Jace thinks aloud, scratching his chin, "the North Shore is a lot nicer without all the dead Vermix."

The sun sits high in the cloudless sky, warming the sand and grey limestone walls as a cool breeze rustles the nearby shrubbery. In his true form, Qippert keeps to the water's edge, speaking quietly with a mayan while the rest of us wait here, on the outskirts of the sparse palms. Pratt exhales, leaning against one of the trees with Mae while Reid stands with Tucker and the Rogues some feet away, arms crossed and chatting. Jace paces between us, stretching as he walks back and forth.

"Or mayans trying to kill us," I cross my arms, "or being attacked in general."

"Exactly," he nods, scanning the beach with a deep inhale. He hooks his hands on his hips. "It's refreshing."

"What is?" Pratt meanders over with Mae on her tail. "I'm tired. Are they going to start this thing or what? I'm burning up in this suit."