Chapter TwentyThe moment I stepped foot into the locker-room, Diggy whisked us to that dreadful land and resumed the routine of critiquing my moves, telling me to do better, faster, higher, only to return us to base, no more than fifteen minutes after we'd left. We'd arrive dirty and sweaty, bloody from the long session in the Low Lands. On base, other members would just be arriving, or leaving home from a graveyard shift. While I'd go straight home to soak and soothe my aching body, Diggy would shower and change, then do whatever it was his job demanded of him. I wondered where he found all the energy to work all those hours straight, if this was normal for all preternaturals, or if this was just one of Diggy's many quirks. But I never asked, no matter how curious I got. I never talked du
