Chapter Thirteen“Felix, we’re back on,” I hiss into my phone as I stride into my not-so-former work building.
“I still don’t have the password,” he says. “You said you’d try getting a vision about it, remember?”
“I remember promising to see if you’re alive in the future. If you don’t help me, you won’t be.” I use my old ID card, and it works. Of course it does. “We’ll just have to expedite the whole thing.”
“I don’t think it’s such a good idea,” Felix says frantically. “Why don’t we—”
“I’m entering the elevator,” I lie. I’m actually only waiting for one. “Get ready. Everything’s going to go down like the last time.”
I hang up as Felix tries to say something else.
Just as on my cab ride here, the opposite of meditation is swirling in my head. I’m boiling with anger at Nero and rehears
