Chapter 16
Studiously ignoring Bertrand, Maggie kept her arm looped through Alden’s as they walked toward the center of the city, finally turning onto the second ring out from the library and the pacel.
A man trundled past on a four-wheeled intet. Cogs clicked together in the center of the wheels where hubcaps should have been. Handles like a bicycle took the place of a steering wheel for the driver who sat in a finely upholstered chair complete with tassels surrounding his perch.
“Glorious.”
Maggie heard Bertrand, but didn’t look at him. She didn’t want to see his eyes wide with barely concealed wonder. Didn’t want to know how brilliant he thought the intets were.
“Are you all right, Maggie?” Alden asked.
“What?” Maggie checked her bandage for signs blood.
“You’re squeezing my arm
