12
An hour later, Lincoln and I stand inside the closet Pulpitum of the Boudoir of Striga. Lincoln still wears his body armor; I’ve changed into my dragonscale fighting suit. Like my tail, this outfit is impervious to heat. No more burned-up clothing for yours truly. Like last time, Lincoln sets his hands at my waist; I loop my arms around his neck. My insides flutter with worry.
Time to head for the Dark Lands. Walker must be there.
Shaking my head, I try to focus on something other than Walker. A question appears. “Is Juliana still on duty at Transfer Central?”
“Absolutely,” answers Lincoln.
“Do you think Lucas already…” I tap my temple, meaning: did Lucas already wipe her memory?
“One way to find out.” Lincoln raises his voice. “I am Lincoln Vidar Osric Aquilus, activating Pulpitu
