They drove back to Chen’s warehouse with forty-seven confused people following behind them.
Chen was not pleased.
“You were supposed to extract the fragment quietly,” she said, watching people wander around the parking lot.
Julian shrugged.
“Plans changed.”
“They always do when you're involved.”
The blue light inside Julian’s band pulsed.
Then a voice spoke.
Soft.
Old.
“I can help them.”
Everyone froze.
Pip blinked.
“The Dreamer?”
“Yes,” the voice replied. “I spent six years feeding on their dreams. I know their names. I know their families. I know what they're afraid of. Let me help them get home.”
Dara folded her arms.
“Or this is a trick.”
“It isn't,” Julian said.
Truth Sense stayed quiet.
“She’s telling the truth.”
Chen handed him a tablet.
“Then start talking. We
