“Right?” Chloe feels the same and she's not sure either of them could even lift him. “Way too many convenient coincidences with that guy.”

“It was something they ate too, actually.” Kind of a weird coincidence. “This blue amber. In Shambhala there were men called Guardians who ate it as part of a ritual. It made them strong and long-lived, but aggressive. When Marco Polo’s crew were shipwrecked they were starving, so they ate it without ritual or guidance… over five hundred people, killed in a matter of hours.”