#Chapter12-02
Opening my mouth to clarify, I pressed my lips together again. If he wasn't sure what I meant, surely it meant he hadn't experienced what I just had.
No, I knew for certain he hadn't. He'd have been hysterical if he'd found himself back in that other place. Even for a second. Even just for a passing thought.
I was tired, I decided. Weeks of no sleep were catching up with me and my mind was glitching out like crazy. Add in the stress with the were-lion situation, and craziness was the answer.
Yup. That was my theory and I was sticking with it.
Jonathan turned up fifteen minutes later. He left Flannagan's, looking worn out and beat, Ember in tow. He didn't seem surprised to see us.
"No luck?" was his first question.
"Nada."
He grimaced. "What do we do now?"
"Why are yo
