Chapter Fifteen
The lower level of the ship was dimmer than up top. It was warmer, too (I was glad of this, clad in just the swimsuit and cover-up), and there was a low vibration underfoot—all something to do with the ship’s power, I guessed. We stepped off the elevator into a sitting room of sorts: thick, furred rugs on the floor, a set of comfy chairs, a shelf of curios lining one wall. The chairs were arranged around a dark, fancy piece of technology shaped like an ottoman for which I had no guesses. A faint, sweet mustiness tinged the air.
Del inclined his head left toward a door at the side, and I followed him through. The room inside was bare and square, though the corners of the room were rounded, rather than coming to a point. No furry rugs here; the floor was a nondescript rubbe
