Artemis looked at her, puzzled. “So…are you saying that Loken is getting my room for tonight?”
“Yeah,” replied the elf. “Don’t worry, I bet he’s not like Foaly to go hacking through your virtual junk.”
“Junk, is it?”
“Quoting you, Fowl, opinions differ.”
“Am I going to spend the night with Foaly?”
Holly flashed him a reflexion of his own vampire grin. “Why waste an opportunity, mud boy? You’re coming with me.”
Artemis swallowed, nervous.
Loken found it hard to concentrate on one thing at a time. His mind flashed about various thoughts. The war, the victors, the mud men, Zidan…and, of course, this whole mess. He hadn’t intended to get these fairies to trust him. Loken worked on his own.
This was the one thing holding him back from the master plan.
Defeating Zidan’s army was one thing, defeating his own people’s was another.
How could one possibly get some sleep?