Angel Unaware: Part Thirteen: Nice Guy
“Are you asking for my help, Captain?” asked Taweel. Jedrick dragged his gaze away from the spot where Trumble was tutoring Marcus. Few could rival the silver-haired First One in close combat, but lessons had given way to a baffling game. Laughter rang through the glade as Marcus and the rest attempted to follow Trumble’s example, walking on their hands.