After a night of almost no sleep, Mikandra should have been tired, but at night, the worries exploded in her mind. She also realised with horror that because of her nightly escapades, she had forgotten to go to the Exchange to talk to Rehan that morning. She lay in bed, sweating, cursing herself and staring at the dark ceiling. By the sound of things, there was a party going in the courtyard.
She sat up on the edge of the bed several times, thinking to go and join them, but each time she lay back down because she couldn’t afford to get involved in trouble. If she went down, she would have to drink. If she drank, and the thugs came, then next thing would be that she’d find out in which of the old and abandoned buildings the Barresh council hid these people.
She wanted to go to the Exchang
