13: Deva
Deva
Deva knocked on Wrench’s cabin. He opened his door instantly, a smile stretched across his face.
It dropped when he saw the three men standing beside her.
“And you’re the young lady’s special friend, yes?” Creepy said. He thrust out a hand, and after looking at it for what felt like a couple of minutes Wrench took it in his own. The man pumped Wrench’s arm a couple of times and then released. “She had a fall, the poor thing.”
Deva turned to Creepy. “And I’m very thankful for your help.” The lie came easily. “But I’ll be fine now. I just need to rest. And my friend can look after me.”
Creepy reached a hand up. Deva tried not to flinch as it hovered behind her head, where the injury still throbbed.
“I still advise medical attention. Head injuries can be complicated, you
