I am not James Patterson. Translation: I do not own any of his books. But if you steal any of my characters, whom I do own, I will be very sad. And Ichthia will kick your butt for stealing her.
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Chapter 9
Fifty minutes later, we were eating Chinese food. Ava and Ichthia talked between bites. When we finished, we cleaned up and sat in a ring on the floor.
"So," I said, "any idea how many people we're rescuing from the University?"
"About four, maybe more if they brought anyone else there," said Ava.
"Leti, Nat, Myles, and Luna," added Ichthia.
"Meaning..." Iggy replied.
"Leti's cheetah DNA; Myles, avian; Nat's got fish, and Luna's part wolf," Ichthia told him.
I shifted uncomfortably. "When you say wolf, you don't mean –"
"She's not an Eraser," Ava reassured me. "She doesn't morph. They grafted the DNA onto her a bit differently. She's got a tail, wolf ears, canines, and really sharp fingernails. Also dark brown hair and yellowish eyes. But she's not an Eraser. She's also twelve."
"What do the others look like?" asked Fang.
"Leti has a tail. He's got blond hair with black spots in it, and dark brown spots all over his face. He's fourteen," Ava told us.
"Nat has webbed fingers and toes," Ichthia cut in. "They can grow into fins when he's in water. He has gill slits, and a second pair of eyelids, like me. Fourteen." Ava coughed.
"And lastly, Myles," finished Ava. "Red wings, red spiky hair, blue eyes. Fifteen and a half."
Ichthia coughed this time, and Angel giggled. Who knows why, sometimes hanging out with mind reading people is annoying. I ignored them and announced it was now time to crash. The Flock and I stacked fists; Ava and Ichthia watched. Then we went to sleep.
