Chapter 4: Unweaving
The unearthly mayor of Refuge rarely descends from her golden perch at the top of the tower—or so I’d imagined. As it turns out, she just has her ways of moving unseen. They’re called “guards” and “elevator keys.”
“Can I have one of those?” Cadence points to the unassuming little slip of metal.
“When you’ve earned it.” Maryam holds the key against a panel until it beeps, then presses the button for the lowest level with the very tip of her pointed nail. When it fails to light up she frowns and stabs harder, cracking the plastic.
“When will that be?” Cadence whines.
Maryam whirls in a tinkling of gold chains and grabs the toddler-masquerading-as-a-teen by the chin. “When you’ve learned to block out that traitorous ghost. No offense, darling.”
I don’t know how she
