I almost laughed out loud. But I could feel the answer to Rafael’s question. The feathered serpent’s grip was squeezing the gun tight against my chest. There was no way I could draw it, even if I wanted to. And I didn’t. Not until we were on the ground. Even then, I knew that threatening a creature close to twenty meters long with anything less than a missile launcher would be suicidal. But I wasn’t one to go down without a fight. And if it made Rafael feel better ...