truly do.” “Is this another mind game?” I slapped a hand on his shoulder, and he jumped. I spun him toward me. “No more games, buddy. The final act is about to begin, and I need you all where I want you.” He nodded. “It’s done. The dream eaters did their part by planting the seeds of freedom in their minds.” I squeezed his shoulder roughly, his bones groaning in my grip. He flinched beneath my hand. “Good. Good. I need them separated for what I have planned.”
