8 Demon and Machine
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“Dude, Miles. Come on, man, wake up.”
I stirred where I’d fallen asleep beneath the window (for I was still engaged with my mother, who had come to me in a dream), wondering why it was so bright out (it had been late afternoon when I’d started to nod), why Jesse was shaking me. “Don’t. Just ... Would you leave me alone?”
I sat up with a start—having just realized where the light was coming from—and covered the Talon with my hand. “Holy s**t. I mean, just, holy s**t. Dude. It’s back.”
I looked at Quint, who had fallen asleep beneath the lunch counter, and then at Jesse, who was beside himself with terror. “What—what is it? What’s going on?”
He placed a hand on my shoulder and peeked between the blinds, which rattled softly. “I mean—you tell me.”
I shifted
