Might as well bring everything. Chances were they wouldn’t come back here. “Make sure you get some bread, too.” Secret melted down from her beam. The smell of fresh baking wafted out from the kitchen. Niklas smiled. “Wouldn’t go without.” He would have to learn how to make that bread if they made it back home. When, he told himself. No point in inviting the bad luck. “What was it about?” Secret said. “The nightmare?” Niklas closed the lid of his satchel. He must have been thrashing in his sleep, then. “Oh, the usual. Sorrowdeep. Drowning. Mixed with some nice troll runes this time.” Secret tilted her head. “You’re scared, and with good reason. I don’t need dreams to tell me this won’t end well.” Niklas shrugged, but the image of the pearly air slipping up through the dark water jostled its way into his head and left his fingers clammy.
