The fact that he only had his left eye was the only thing that saved him.
The woman was seated in the right passenger seat, and from his position, he had not seen her provocative display at all. He only realized something had happened when her voice drifted over, lazy and deliberate. A cold sweat instantly broke out across his forehead.
'If she had taken my left eye last time… my right eye would have glanced over instinctively just now.'
He stared straight ahead, his posture rigid, not daring to even flick his gaze toward the rearview mirror. The last thing he needed was for that terrifying creature to think he was looking at her.
The convoy continued deeper into the jungle, the dense green swallowing the road behind them. Three hours passed in silence, broken only by the hum of engines. Their destination was still far away. Micah and Blackie eventually went to rest, slipping into their pods, but Victor remained standing at Ethan's side, watching the feed with growing focus.
