spine. Please don’t die on me. Not yet! After a long minute, he straightens up, waxen but alert. When he speaks, his breath hits me again, like toxic fumes from an abandoned mine. “Your brother’s in Sektor Sieben.” I throw a baffled glance at Mason. The look in his widened eyes sends a rod of terror up my spine. “What’s Sektor Sieben?” I ask. “Time to go.” Mason brushes past
