CHAPTER TWENTY
“He got so scared by the second mention of Collywobbles he woke up,” I say, though the tightness of Valerian’s jaw tells me he’s already puzzled that out.
“Wake us up,” he orders. “I have to tell the Enforcers to pump his cell with sleeping gas again.”
Nodding, I jolt him awake and do the same for myself.
Opening my eyes in the bedroom, I watch in stunned fascination as Valerian leaps out of the bed and starts a hologram call with someone.
The Enforcer vampire I saw earlier answers—and he doesn’t lift an eyebrow at either Valerian’s nude state or my presence.
“Sleeping gas,” Valerian barks. “Pump it into the werewolf’s room. Now.”
The Enforcer walks over to a screen with a bunch of buttons and frowns. “He’s already sleeping.”
He gestures to the screen in question, an
