Faking sick wasn't too hard to do, since he wanted to puke from the combination of fear, nerves, and heartbreak. Halyn's disappointment was evident any time he saw her in the hallway or during mealtimes. She pouted at him a lot, and for a while, she kept trying to talk to him any chance she got. His responses of only a few words did their job — they pushed her away. The night of prom, rumor went around school that she went to the dance with a senior boy. She spent the night in his dorm room. Kale had better be happy. The loneliness was suffocating him all over again, and with no dreams and no word from Denver, he was down to using the last of his options. Going to the underworld. At least it gets me away from here for a little while. The past few times he'd gone to the underworld, someone else had brought him. Denver had been his source for transportation between the realms. Through observation alone, Teague was pretty sure he could replicate the spell accurately enough to go there and back.
