Chapter Thirty-Seven
I’m back in the car.
Crap.
I never got a chance to ask him how to exit our conversation without leaving Headspace.
Now I just have to hope I can rediscover that large batch of Vlad-related visions again.
More importantly, he didn’t finish telling me how to perma-kill Koschei.
Was Yaroslav about to say there was a neem—a type of evergreen tree—growing by the Inn?
Or was there a neep—a type of Scottish turnip—on his plate next to the duck eggs?
I had so much I wanted to ask him. Plus, I didn’t even get a chance to tell him what happened to Lucretia—who’s clearly his secret girlfriend.
It probably won’t work, but I have to try to get in touch with Yaroslav again.
I calm my nerves and reenter Headspace.
Having the shapes surround me fills me with relief. I could
