CHAPTER THIRTY
This time, Nina’s dreaming about eating sushi. She doesn’t use chopsticks like the customers nearby. Instead, pieces of raw fish dip themselves into soy sauce and fly into her mouth.
The windows in the restaurant are black, just like the windows from her other dreams.
“Remember me?” I slide into the booth across from her, pick up a piece of raw salmon, and plop it onto my tongue. If someone were to put a gun to my head in the waking world to make me repeat that action, I’d probably refuse. Death by gun is certain but less painful than having your brain eaten by the parasites that live in raw fish on Earth.
Nina looks around. “This is a dream?”
“I imagine the Mandate would prevent you from using your powers in a human restaurant,” I say.
“You’re right.” She looks at the
