Chapter 12 - France
“Ugh… jet lag…” Onyx stumbled to her feet as a sharp, white light unfolded over her, houx and Bolt, who were still sleeping. Some sort of door was slowly opening. How odd. Onyx plonked herself down on the cold, metal floor of the plane luggage cave, squinting to see through the light that was filtering and slowly shining through the gap of a descending hatch door. She looked at Bolt and houx who were still sound asleep, then suddenly hissed in pain. Falling over sideways, Onyx clasped at her stomach as it growled and rumbled plus than it had ever done in her life...
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