A bullfrog, as fat as a fist, latched onto Lachlan's forearm and dug in like it wasn't planning on going anywhere anytime soon.
The suction the bugger managed to get on its toes hurt, and Lachlan didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that the slime numbed the pain almost as soon as it appeared.
He pried the bullfrog off and sent it sailing across the room, but two more took its place like he had just made room especially for them.
"Windows in the hall!" Elias shouted toward Zubair, already on the move with a strip of torn curtain in his fists.
He slammed the fabric into the bedroom gap where glass used to be, nailed it with a broom handle and a heel, then braced his back to it as frogs hit from outside with the dull, ugly music of wet bodies meeting wood.
Luci whined, the sound real and very offended.
The frog on his head adjusted its grip until it almost held one of Luci's ears in each hand. It croaked like a triumphant fanfare.
