CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Staring at the Sleeping Beast, Switch was almost convinced that the events of the last four days—ever since Fusion appeared on that beach in New York and kidnapped her—were all part of a terrible nightmare she was having and that she would awaken from any minute now. She knew that when she woke up, she would be back in her bed in her dorm at the Academy and she’d get up and go to the Cafeteria for breakfast, where she would eat with Bait and his friend Tommy like she usually did.
But Switch knew this was no dream, no nightmare. Everything was one hundred percent real, and there was nothing more real at the moment than the Sleeping Beast itself.
The Sleeping Beast had looked impressive even curled up in a ball sleeping, but awake, it was awe-inspiring. Its orange sca
