"You need my help? How about you first get me off this damn claw before I fall to my death, and then we can discuss the terms?"
Max grumbled under his breath, uncertain whether the old woman could even hear him. Regardless, he could hardly contain his frustration.
Everything that had happened recently was beginning to take its toll on him. One catastrophe after another had pushed him closer to the edge, as though an invisible wall were slowly forcing him toward a bottomless abyss.
Yet Max had no intention of breaking.
There was still far too much left for him to accomplish, too many people he desperately wished to reunite with, and more than a few enemies whose lives he intended to claim.
As though sensing his emotions, the old shaman's expression soured back in the village. Something difficult to discern flickered across her wrinkled features.
"Hold on tight, then."
Her voice traveled along the crimson strands just as they suddenly pulled taut.
