Chapter 91
The alien form of the weapon clung to Alfonzo like a second skin.
Not embracing, but consuming. Her slender arms wrapped around his torso, her lizard tail coiled around his leg, her six eyes pressed close to his face as if she were breathing him in. He could feel her—not just against his skin, but inside him. Flowing through his veins. Replacing what he was with something new.
With time, he noticed he wasn't the same.
The weakness was gone—but so was everything else. He looked at his hand.
What is wrong with me?
The hand that stared back was not his own. Pale. Elongated. The fingers too long, the knuckles too sharp. Blue veins pulsed beneath translucent skin, and beneath the skin, something moved—something that should not be inside a man.
It's almost as if I'm transforming into her.
Even his thoughts were weak. Fragmented. Like glass that had been shattered and was trying to hold itself together.
I want power.
