TEN
WE WERE FALLING, SINKING, spinning, our insides churning outward in a soul-rending process that sank us deep into a horrible miasma of pain and nausea. Just when I thought I was going to pass out or die (I wasn’t sure which, and at that point, didn’t really care), the horror ended and I dropped to a yielding, warm surface.
“Ow!” grunted the surface.
I pushed myself off, apologizing under my breath to Theo. “Sorry about that. Did I hurt you? What just happened? Who is that horrible man? How did he come through the wall? And just where the blistering inferno are we?”
“Ah. There you are. You may leave, Digan.”
I was insanely glad that Theo made me put my bathrobe on. The man who had spoken strolled into view as we got to our feet. My jaw just about hit my feet at the sight of him—he
