True to Eurus’s word, Dominik wakes up around 10 minutes later. His eyes flutter open and roam around the room, trying to understand what happened. He sits up, pressing a hand to the side of his head, and then looks over at me.

“What happened?” he asks.

“It doesn’t matter,” I answer. I try to look him in the eyes, but the memory of glowing fury comes back to me. I look down at my hands instead. “We should go home.”

He continues to look ...