Jareth saw that look. “Just a minute, that’s all. I just want to tell you something. Please?”
I couldn’t say no to that. Jareth’s my oldest friend, and he has these hound dog eyes that just make your heart break when he turns on the charm. I let him lead the way back to the sleeping bunks. “What’s up?”
He waited until the door to the sleeping compartment cycled shut. Then he unlocked one of the lower sleeping bunks and a thin mattress slid out easily from its hatch in the wall. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, Jareth covered his face with his hands and sighed.
“Jareth?” I touched his shoulder and sank down beside him on the bed. This wasn’t about me and Rion, it couldn’t be. “My God, what’s wrong?”
“I think I have it,” Jareth whispered.
His voice was thick, like it is when he firs
