Chapter 13
When I showed Kyer the message, he slowly shook his head. “She shouldn’t have written that. What if someone else reads it? What if—”
“Reads what?” Sinda pushed her way through us to read over my shoulder. “What about dreams?”
“She stopped taking the blue pill,” I explained. “It inhibits dreams. The first night I didn’t take the pill, I dreamed of Kyer.”
He grasped my hand in his and gave it a squeeze.
Sinda scrunched up her face and stuck out her tongue. “Ew, I don’t want to hear about your wet dreams.”
Kyer frowned. “How can a dream be wet?”
With a shake of her head, she muttered under her breath, “Virgins.” Then she shoved past us again to turn off the burner on the desk. “Put that thing away. The crabs are done.”
But I was too excited to eat. If Brin had stopped takin
