Chapter 11
Somehow I managed to catch a few hours’ worth of fitful sleep. When I woke in the morning, I kept my eyes shut out of habit before remembering I didn’t have to wait for the chimes. There was nothing I had to wake up to do, and the warmth of Kyer’s body beside mine made me forget the stained and lumpy mattress beneath us.
Then I remembered Brin’s message, and bolted upright.
Kyer sat on his side of the bed, playing with his console. The warmth I’d felt had been his leg alongside my back. Now he frowned as I looked around for my haversack, wild-eyed. “What is it?” he asked.
I scrambled to find my haversack—I’d used it as a pillow, but at some point during the night, it must have slid over the side of the mattress. Now the blanket was in the way and I flung it aside, looking.
