Chapter 19
people know your name
like the moon knows the stars’ light
and thinks it her own
It didn’t bear thinking about. That is what I had told myself twenty times while I got dressed, thrice more as I repacked my bag for the next day’s run, and again now as I made my way towards the Bermans’ home. In all the excitement, I’d totally forgotten that tonight was a festival day, and it was taking me longer than usual to thread my way between the crowds in the streets.
Tonight was for fun. Tonight was for living. There was no point worrying about something that hadn’t even happened yet.
Yet there it was again, that niggling thought. Should I call Pearce or my cousins, let them know I had another delivery for Nestra? It went against every code I had sworn to uphold as a runner. The mai
