Chapter Thirty-One
On a cool, wet afternoon three days later, Kriss lay on his old bed, staring at the wall, remembering those times when, feeling trapped by the Family Rule and Rigel’s unrelenting coldness, he had thought longingly of this room as some kind of refuge he had lost, forgetting how much of a trap it, too, had seemed.
But now he knew it was neither a trap nor a refuge. It was only a room, a very small room, on a very small planet. He didn’t belong to just one planet anymore; he doubted he ever could again. He rolled over onto his back, feeling as if he had lost something, but not sure what it was.
Worse, though Farr’s World wasn’t for him, he wasn’t sure the Family was, either. What he wanted . . .
“What I want is the best of both!” he said to the ceiling. He wanted to tra
