Chapter 66. Need a Spy

Peter’s POV

I was in pain from the moment I heard the sound of the explosion. I really felt as if my back was on fire and wanted to let Harold know but then, we needed to clear out. The humans were always drawn to drama and anything out of normal. They would no sooner come over here and try to get to us. Harold had to come assist me back to the car. Covering me up while trying to make them take lesser notice of us. The moment he got me to the car, I relaxed but I was on fire. At this point, I realised that I had lost my sense of speech. It was as if a wild poison that had merged with fire was running through my veins and all I could do was sit back there and pray that I made it. I thought of every moment in my life and how it would be indeed shameful and saddening that I die this way. My ancestors would be ashamed of my cowardice for not saving our kind and then taking the easy way out of the situation by dying. So, I did my best to stay awake. At first, I had lost the