Chapter 10 By Green Sunside headquarters really was your generic villain’s lair. Gray, dungeon-like halls. Hands cuffed behind my back. Poor lighting. I really didn’t understand why bad guys inconvenienced themselves walking around in the dark. I half expected the Sunside Dreamer that I met to give me a rough push like they did in the movies as he escorted me. But he didn’t. He was actually quite nice and opened the doors for me very politely. I almost had the urge to say thank you. Instead I asked, “So what’s your name?” He didn’t answer until we walked a good distance, and even then, his response was short. “Rohan.” The interrogation room was exactly my expectation though. One table, two chairs, a lamp. Rohan pointed at the chair I was to sit in, and I took a seat without further persuasion. The door on the other side of the room opened and out stepped another man holding a very pointy-looking needle. I couldn’t sense any disloyalty from him. “Wait,” I said. Both Sunside men paused and stared at me. “Why are you doing this?” I said, to Rohan in particular. He glanced at the other Sunside Dreamer before shrugging. “I don’t know.” “Don’t act like you’re so special, kid,” the other one said. He couldn’t have been two years older than me. “It’s your power we want. And when Freya is done with you—” “Just stick the needle in him,” said Rohan. I squirmed as the second Dreamer came nearer and he had to grab my arm and jab the needle in my like a stabbing knife. “What was that?” I demanded. “So you stay in the Dreamworld,” Rohan said. “And you don’t escape by waking up.” “How long will it last?” “An hour.” “Stop answering his questions like an idiot,” Rohan’s partner growled. “You’d think you were the one were being interrogated.” The two of them left the room but not before Rohan looked
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