“Nothing to me.” Elof shook his head. “Ur, we thank you for your help, but if you wish not to converse with us in whatever way you can, perhaps it’s best if you go.”

Ur blinked and then walked out of the lab. Though they were gone, that didn’t mean they couldn’t still read my thoughts from far away. I shivered again, thinking of the spiders covering Pan’s face.

“What did you remember?” Pan asked.

“We were left alone, by accident, I think,” I said, and I’d already decided that I was going to skip over all the kissing bits—at least until Elof wasn’t around. “Just me and Pan. And you asked me what Indu was doing with me, and I told you about the documents I translated for him. Some kind of gross blood pudding recipe with an elk heart as an ingredient. You called the Älvolk cannibals.”

“Shit,” Pan said. “Do you remember anything else?”

“That’s when it was overrun with spiders and fire.” I chewed my lip. “I have to remember what I translated for Indu.”

“You can’t do that again with the Ögonen,” Pan said. “You weren’t under that long before you got way too hot. It’s not safe.”

“I’ll never do that with an Ögonen again,” I said definitively. “I can’t trust what they show me.”

“Maybe you can’t completely trust anything you see when someone else is digging around in your head,” Pan said. He leaned against the island; his button-up was wet on the rolled-up sleeves and chest, so the fabric stuck to his muscles.

“I can trust Sunniva Kroner,” I said.

“That’s the younger woman who does the aural healing back in Förening?” Elof asked.

I nodded. “She’s been working on her healing since I’ve been gone. I’m sure she’s made progress by now.”

“That’s a bit of a leap, don’t you think?” Pan asked, not unkindly.

“Fine. I’ll call Finn before I go back and get the scoop.”

“Whoa, what?” He straightened up. “You say that like going back to Förening is a sure thing.”

“I have to get these memories back,” I insisted. “There’s something in those translations, and I have no clue what it is. But since they let us go, I must’ve figured it out, which means that the Älvolk know what it is. They stole blood from me and my sister for it. We need to know the truth.”

“I’m not arguing with that,” Pan said. “I just don’t think it’s worth you dying to find out. Are you sure that you can trust Sunniva Kroner? Not to muck around in your brain and not to go further than your body can handle?”