Chapter Thirteen
“You okay?” Fluffster asks in my head. “You squeezed me pretty hard in your sleep.”
“I’m fine.” I loosen my grip on my poor domovoi and sit up.
Just like the last time I woke up, I feel zero grogginess.
Must indeed be a vampire thing.
“How was the therapy?” Nero asks, entering the living room with Claudia, who’s still holding Lucifur—and somehow still has all her limbs intact.
“Trippy.” I put Fluffster on the floor and look at Bailey’s furry wristband.
It must be the same Pom as in the dream, but it looks very different here. I wonder if its appearance in the dreamworld is a figment of Bailey’s imagination, like the clouds and all that.
“It was a great start,” Bailey says with an unreadable expression.
“Good.” Nero glances down at his phone. Without looking up, he
