Flashback ( PDFDrive )

scribbled questions.”
Ro shrugged. “Pretty sure he’s going to be up freaking out anyway.
It’ll be way more entertaining if he’s all loopy.”
“Best bodyguard ever!” Keefe said, pulling a pathfinder out of his
cape pocket.
Tiergan placed a hand on his shoulder. “Okay, counteroffer: Why
don’t you stay with me tonight? Tam and Linh’s suites have an extra
bed, and I can walk you through a couple of mental exercises before
you go to sleep that might help your subconscious target the shattered
memories as you dream.”
“Might help,” Keefe repeated, tilting his head to study him. “Is this
that thing adults do where they make you think they’re giving you
what you want but really they’re just wasting your time?”
“No, Keefe,” Tiergan said. “I don’t have time I can afford to waste.
Mind you, I can’t guarantee that the mental exercises will help. But
they’ll still be far more useful than fathomlethes.”
Keefe glanced at Sophie and let out a sigh. “Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. I guess
it’s worth a try if it’ll get rid of that crinkle between Foster’s eyebrows.
And who knows? Maybe I can talk Bangs Boy into doing the
shadowvapor-veil-lifting thing while I’m there, see if it brightens up
some of the darker spots in the memory.”
“Hang on—you’re volunteering to let Tam send shadows into your
head?” Fitz verified.
“Sadly, yes—and I’m sure I’m going to want to punch him in the
bangs after about thirty seconds,” Keefe told him. “But . . . if it helps
me figure out how much damage I did when I was playing Mommy’s
Little Messenger—”
“You didn’t do any damage,” Sophie assured him.