Chapters (92)
“Her brother is one of Finn’s oldest and most trusted friends, and Finn is the most honorable man I know,” I said. “Tove is doing this with Sunniva.”
He was silent, considering it. “They wouldn’t let you do it if it wasn’t safe?”
“No, Finn definitely would not,” I said, and he let out a relieved sigh, his fears temporarily placated.
“When did the spiders appear in your memory?” Elof asked.
He pulled up a stool and had a seat. I was still standing, alternating between my feet, because I didn’t want to sit. I felt too antsy, and my skin had a sunburnt feel to it, so any touch burned a little.
“It was right before Pan started asking me about the translations,” I said.
“What had you been doing before he asked you about that?” Elof pressed.
My cheeks burned, and I mumbled, “Like . . . kissing.”
“Ah, understood,” Elof said.
Pan cleared his throat. “What did the spiders do?”
“Crawled around.” I shrugged. “They swarmed the room.”
“Maybe they were meant to highlight something?” Elof asked.
“But . . . they ruined the memory.” I frowned. “I was panicked and I didn’t understand at all what memory-Pan was saying, because I couldn’t recall what my half of the conversation had been.” I shook my head. “I need to get to Sunniva and get the rest of my memory back.”
“Well, before you head out, let me do a quick checkup to make sure that there wasn’t any serious damage done,” Elof said.
He checked a few things—my heart rate, blood pressure, pupils, reflexes—and then he cleared me to go. Pan walked me home, and he stayed long enough to be interrogated by Dagny while I had my phone call with Finn.
The verdict from Finn was that Tove and Sunniva had made significant progress, and he thought it might be time for me to come back to Förening.
“So it’s settled then, isn’t it?” Pan asked, once I finished summarizing the phone call. “You’re going to Minnesota.”
I nodded. “It’s where I need to be.”
“It’s where I need to be too!” Eliana piped up, and she threw one arm around my shoulders. “With Hanna and my sister.”
43
Worldly
Pan slid open the barn-style door on his friend Hugo Rohm’s garage. Hugo worked with him as a peurojen, and he fixed cars on the side. Over the summer, he’d been very slowly working on the Jeep that Finn had lent me to drive to Merellä from Förening. It was from the Trylle kingdom’s fleet, and Eliana had crashed through the fabric top when I first arrived at the citadel.