CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
It takes half an hour to convince Elisa we have to do it straightaway.
“I’m not ready,” she insists. “I don’t have my stuff, Mig. Let’s be sensible.”
I pace away from the sofa. Elisa remains seated, watching me with wide eyes. “I can’t wait. It has to be now. They’re going to purge her. We don’t know what will happen to her if they do and—”
“I don’t—”
“Elisa, please.” I should step back and calm down, think it through with a clearer head, but urgency pulses in my veins. Sam is out there hunting the demon. It will be distracted. Now is the perfect time. “We have to save Annie.”
“Where do we go? We don’t even know where—”
“My work.”
Elisa blanches. “Why there?”
How can I explain my thinking when I don’t fully understand it myself? “A brain is like a computer. Bu
