CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The yummy scent of manna fills my nostrils as I appear in the lobby of my dream palace.
Pom pops up next to me. “I’ve missed you.”
I grin at him. “We’re attached, you know. But yes, I’ve missed you too.”
Pom turns purple, and his ears flap in a sort of happy dance.
I tell him an edited version of the events that have transpired so far, which boils down to getting “hired” to solve a case for the New York Council.
When I get to the part about Valerian, he says, “I can tell if he really looks the way you think. I can see through any illusion.”
I look my furry friend up and down, which doesn’t take long, given his small stature. “How?”
He floats up to my eye level. “I see through your eyes when I’m awake. Pretty sure the illusionist would have to target me with his powe
