“It’s in express mode,” Boulder explained. “No stops.” Lex turned to Uncle Mort. “What was that all about?” she asked him. “What could be important enough for Zara to dare to show her face again?” He shook his head, looking up. “I have no idea.” Everyone’s nerves were jumpy as they descended; they were obviously waiting for something to happen, but none of them really knew what they were waiting for. Most of them slumped down to the floor, but Lex paced around the small space, wanting to smash the glass with her hands. Forget about Zara—Norwood had the Wrong Book. And her parents. What was he going to do to them? “So we’re going back to Croak, right?” she asked Uncle Mort. “That’s the plan.” He turned to Pandora. “Are you all right?” “Right as rain,” she said, an>Lhe el taking off her shirt to reveal a bunch of metal spatulas situated around her chest. She put a finger through a newly formed dent. “Though I can’t say the same for the old chain mail.”
