Chapter Twenty-SevenA wave of panic surged through Mariko as the crowd pressed around her.
Though she was relatively safe in the center of the group of lexicons from the Garden of Yesterday, she felt the same rising terror that she had experienced amid the mob in the ministers' tower. No one seemed to pay her undue attention, but she still felt as if the throng of Vox would overwhelm her at any moment.
As she followed the flow of furred beings along the street, her heart pounded. Already overheated from the heavy cloak she wore, she felt trickles of sweat run down her sides and back.
If not for her guns, she would not have been able to hold on to even the small degree of composure she had left.
She patted each of them in turn, as she did every few meters – the rifle slung over her ba
