“Are we not going to talk about how absurd this place is?” Frederick asks, surprising me. He’s been quiet more often than not since we brought Seven out of the brig, but he seems to be trying. “Everything is drenched in gold and jewels and color. That dress you were wearing must have cost enough to feed a family for a year in SteelTown, Theo.”
I can’t help but laugh, sinking deeper into my chair and taking another sip of the wine. Like the dinner wine, it’s dark and spicy and not what I’m used to, but it’s slowly growing on me. “You’re lucky you didn’t have to wear it. It was suffocating and it weighed more than a bushel of bricks. And that contraption!” I add. “The…what was it? The lifter?”
“The riser,” Seven says with a snort of laughter. “The men who operate them—that’s their entire j
