CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
I flail as I sail through the air.
This isn’t the dream world. This flight will end in a painful crash at best, a bashed-in head à la Kain at worst. Heart pounding, I rummage through my pockets for something to throw at Hekima.
Nina boomerangs me a new direction, breaking my concentration. Does she think I’m a drone or something?
My patting hands discover an object in the last pocket I check. Is that what I think it is? Clearly, sleep deprivation made my memory worse than I thought. Here’s yet another tool from the Bernard job I’ve completely forgotten about.
I pull out the sleep grenade as Nina makes me circle the room even faster.
If I use the grenade, everyone here will fall asleep. That includes Nina, which means I’ll crash-land. If I don’t use the grenade, sh
