Chapter Nineteen
‘Wake up, Jay.’ The words were spoken in accented English. ‘We must untangle the madness of your mind.’
Jay’s vision cleared. He was tied down in a chair, his wrists and ankles fastened with a generous amount of duct tape. The Preservers had put him in some sort of weird observatory with a blue domed ceiling and bookcases on every wall. His phone was gone; he could no longer feel its shape against his leg.
A pair of red-goggled Preservers stood before him, holding their nasty staffs. They flanked someone he recognized. And that person was not the chief of staff.
‘You are here, I presume, because you believe you are the cure,’ said the High Priest himself. ‘But you are the disease.’
There was Birute, standing off to one side, looking … freaked out? She was hard to get
