Chapter Sixty
Beckham When I fall asleep, I dream about a boat. It is a white motorboat with no engine or wake, and it glides soundlessly across an ocean of black oil. All of us are on board— Xavier, Landon, me. There is a man at the steering wheel, but his back is to us and his form is cloaked with black shadows as thick as the oil. The shadows swirl around him like living things. Something about the man is dangerous. Distrustful. I turn to Xavier and Landon, to warn them or ask for help, but the dream has skipped forward and suddenly they're gone. Then I see a freckled hand slipping frantically beneath the surface of the black ocean, and I realize that they're not just gone— they've fallen into the black oil ocean. Fear catches in my throat. I reach for the steering wheel, trying to turn the boa
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