Chapter 19

PIERRE POV

Just when I thought I have heard it all about the fuckin’ Z4. Now they tossed cards? What else was there to uncover?

“Black Dread and Wafering.” Henry who was still standing behind me protectively called out. I took the cards and turned to show him, and the crowd that was standing behind us went wild. It was an incoherent mess of loud rumblings that I didn’t even make out or even bothered to try to understand. But thank God they did all of this when dispersing, clearing the air around us, and making it fresh to breathe again.

“What do they mean?” I asked after swallowing again, feeling slightly relieved at the absence of gawking eyes.

Henry picked the green card from my fingers and held it up in my face so I can get a clear view of it. There really wasn't much to see, except the big bold Z4 'logo' etched on the middle of the card, and WAFERING written just below it in a much smaller and more faint font that the former.

I should have expected the idea of them having a log