CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“Well?” Pom demands. “How’s—”
“Still working on saving Gomorrah,” I reply and rush to the tower of sleepers.
Locating the necromancer, I breathe a sigh of relief when I see the lack of clouds over his head; the last thing I want is to deal with a necromancer’s trauma loop.
“Will this be scary?” Pom whispers.
I shrug, my gaze not leaving my target. “I’d sit this one out if I were you.”
“Okay, I will,” Pom says and starts his Cheshire cat disappearing act. When only his mouth is visible, he throws out, “Good luck.”
Inhaling a deep breath, I touch Wrakar’s wrist and dive in.
* * *
My surroundings are familiar—and make no sense.
Under my feet are the calm waters of an endless black ocean and above me are angry, fiery skies.
This looks just like the place where all
