It looked like he was trying to run his fingers through his hair, but he didn’t have enough hair for that, so he settled on rubbing. Jacob didn’t blame him for being nervous. The Lorkon had reached Troosinal and would be in Maivoryl City in only three days. That put them, if they used Molg tunnels, only a four-and-a half days’ journey away from Taga Village. But at least Jacob and his friends had the antidote. And they knew it worked. He slumped onto the couch across from the Fat Lady and Aldo, who were still snoring, and leaned his head back. He hoped he’d get the chance to catch up on sleep later. Dad turned to Jacob. “Everyone is coming?” “You called them yourself,” Jacob reminded him gently. Dad nodded. Azuriah glowered in the corner, arms folded. He’d wanted to tell Dad his plans and leave, but Dad wouldn’t let him. Not without everyone else present, Dad had said. Pambri was fine with that—she and Ebony were cleaning the kitchen, since Mom hadn’t been able to finish up in there.
