Chapter Forty-Six
I’m back in my cell, covered in a layer of sweat so dense you’d think I was actually in a burning restaurant a moment ago.
Leaping to my feet, I head straight for the monitor keypad device.
The clock shows 1:49.52—the remaining time on my work allotment.
With a trembling finger, I key 911 into the number pad.
The screen blinks red at first; then a videoconference app comes on.
Blinking in confusion, I accept the call.
“You don’t look like you’re having a medical emergency,” Nero growls. “I thought I explained the consequences of—”
“Vlad’s about to die,” I blurt out. “We have to go save him. The fire—”
“Slow down.” Nero gets closer to the camera. “How and why is Vlad going to die this time?”
My voice unnaturally shrill, I tell him what I just foresaw.
“It was su
