Chapter 33
I kept staring at the van’s roof. It was as expected, grey and well, just sitting there. No holes. I kept my eyes up on the same spot. “You can see her too,” I whispered.
Prodromos exhaled and gripped the steering wheel. The dust we shook up was settling around us. We were stopped, a good distance from our original spot next to the barrels. I noticed a saint’s picture hanging from the mirror, and her rubbing her own cross between her fingers. “Nai. It’s happening to me too.”
“Since when?”
“Since last night. I was up all night poking and prodding at the veil phone.”
I snorted. “I was up all night running away from the Erinyes.”
“I know. It began for me this morning too.”
“What began? What is it exactly?” I asked, prodding the crown of cables on my head.
As if she was sudd
