Wilde Card: Immortal Vegas, Book 2 - Plot & Excerpts
Sounds of continued destruction echoed through the passages.“Can’t you teleport or something?” I muttered, angling my flashlight up. “Or maybe call upon the Power of Grayskull at least, for some heat? I’m freezing my brains off here.”“I’ve summoned assistance.” Armaeus leaned against the wall, his pallor evident in the dim glow. “And I’ve had enough fire for one day, thanks,” Simon’s voice echoed from the far side of the shaft. He was shaking out his electronics, a fruitless task given the fact we were surrounded by fifteen feet of water. “I’ve had pieces of my body fried that are specifically designated fire-safety zones. You could have warned me, Armaeus.”“You had yet to tap your abilities sufficiently. It’s good for you to start practicing.” Armaeus’s voice held a breathiness I recognized all too clearly, having extensive experience with getting my ass kicked. The guy was feeling his age. And probably those four arrow holes.Simon groaned. “Well, it’s not good for me to lose data.
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