CHAPTER 33
I can’t sleep. It’s comfortably warm in our tents, and my eyes keep closing, but with the Stone still sitting in the middle of the ruins and knowing that the Droogans need it badly, my brain just won’t shut off. In the end, I have to get up.
Wrapping myself in the spare blankets Bethamous gave us, I carefully unzip the tent, trying not to wake Ru, who’s snoring peacefully beside me. The night air seeps in as I open the flap and step out. It really is cold; my breath is coming out as steam.
The moon is three-quarters full tonight, and this far away from the cities, the stars are so bright that they’re like millions of white fairy lights decorating the sky. There’s no need for me to bring a torch, I carry on and make my way over to the Stone. Bethamous is there when I arrive, s
