Chapter 8
Azucara charged into Sodius’s office.
The cloud of salt was hovering in the darkness, looking out at the city. Salt caked the walls, and Azucara’s forceful entry made salt blow across the room.
Azucara held her breath; entering the office always made her gasp for air. The lack of humidity was a tactic Sodius used to establish his authority, to ensure that he always had the first word.
She stomped across the salt, her high heels crunching in it, and she slapped the desk with both hands. The sound echoed off the glass.
“It’s about time you showed up,” Sodius said.
“Are you going to tell me what happened?” she asked angrily. “When I left, the city was normal. Now it’s on fire.”
“I’ll tell you what happened,” Sodius said. He dissipated and rematerialized at Azucara’s side, his
