Chapter 35

We wade through the lonely drifts of the Darkness Hollows, stumbling and heaving. Neil’s limp arms hang over our shoulders, his loafers dragging along the stone floor. I think he passed out as soon as he hit the Seam.

How, I wonder, does free will work for someone who isn’t awake?

“Where are we taking him?” I ask Varujan.

“Wherever you would like to begin,” he replies. “The band can play for him first if you prefer. It will make him more pliable.”

My gut wrenches. “You mean entrance him with mystical sounds.” I don’t mask the irritation in my voice. “Impairing his senses isn’t fair. Look at this guy—he can’t even stand up.”

“Do you also accuse the morning songbirds?” Varujan’s voice dulls. “Or the ocean’s waves? Many things can mesmerize or lull, but it does not erase the ability to make pithy choices. The mortal will has a power all its own.”

I hoist Neil higher up around my shoulder. “Tell me what I’m supposed to do, and let’s get this over with. No music.”