CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
I’m in the hallway, my back to Kain and my heart drumming with terror.
I just died in my dream. Does that mean I’m homicidally insane?
Examining myself for murderous desires, I don’t find any—no more than usual, at least.
Whew. I must’ve merely lost my powers.
Touching Pom, I attempt to enter the dream world.
Nothing happens.
So that’s that. No more dreamwalking until tomorrow. With a sinking feeling, I face Kain.
“Who’s the killer?” he barks.
I brace myself. “I checked almost everyone. They’re all clear.”
His fangs pop out. “I didn’t ask you who isn’t the killer. I asked who is.”
“I think it’s Eduardo.” I wish I sounded more certain.
“You figured out how to enter his dreams?”
I shake my head. “He woke up before I could.”
Kain’s eyebrows snap together. “The
