CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“Where’s the bomb?” Valerian demands as soon as I come out of the trance.
I shake my head, my heart hammering in my chest as I back away from the necromancer and nearby bump into Virgil.
“What happened?” Valerian growls.
“I don’t know.” I gulp in a breath. “He took on a scary guise inside his dreams, and somehow that threw me out—but I’m going back in.”
Valerian steps in front of me before I can touch Wrakar again. “He’s not in REM sleep anymore. I don’t want you to risk your sanity—not when there are other ways to make him talk.”
Sure enough, that sense of having a sleeper nearby is gone, and the necromancer’s eyes are no longer darting about behind his lids.
I take a breath to settle my still-racing pulse. “So how are we going to do this?”
Valerian takes out
