CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
I wake with a start.
There’s a face above my head. A face of a giant—probably the worst way to wake up.
Seeing me blanch, the giant morphs into Kit.
I sit up. “Free Virgil and secure Wrakar,” I say urgently. “Don’t wake him, but if he wakes up on his own, chop off his right index finger. He still has the information we need, and we don’t want him committing suicide like that werewolf.”
Eyes gleaming with bloodthirst, Kit hurries to do as I asked, while I leap to my feet and examine my surroundings.
Finally freed, Virgil looks groggy. I shout some orders at him, and that seems to snap him out of his stupor. Rushing toward what’s left of Felix’s robot, he begins to dig.
Since Ariel is closest to me, I check her vitals, preparing for the worst.
Whew. She’s got a pu
