A few minutes earlier…
Vince Cleverly was walking on a narrow ledge along the escarpment, arms stretched out like some drunk tightrope walker.
Ahead of him walked Ray, Michael, and Samael.
Behind him trailed Juliana, Lily, and Kang, who was hauling the still-unconscious Alexia.
Vince's impression of this ragtag caravan was… complicated.
He already knew Samael, so at least he knew what to expect there.
Samael, according to him, was a narcissistic drama queen who was much smarter than he let on.
Michael, on the other hand, seemed way too perfect in every way — except when it came to basic self-preservation.
Just last night he'd gone out hunting alone to catch dinner.
And while the food he brought back was disgusting — barely qualified as food at all — he hadn't asked for anything in return!
So he was either a fool… or the kind of person even saints would look at and mutter, 'Tone it down, man, you're making the rest of us look bad!'
