Chapter Thirty-Seven
Showers weren’t a thing in the city. There was never enough water to be wasted on that sort of luxury. If you were lucky, like Mari and me, you had enough water to wash from a bowl. When the rains came, you could stand on the roof and scrub just as soon as the smoke and ash had been cleared from the sky.
I’d never known any different. It had all seemed normal to me. But my time in the Arc Domes had softened me, made me used to the privilege of being clean. So, I sat in Captain Tate’s office, waiting to find out who’d ransacked our room, trying to ignore the sweat still sticking to my skin.
Gideon, Walsh, and Mari offered plenty of distractions from the way my hair clung to the back of my neck.
Gideon sat in the chair beside me, his leg shaking in a rhythm that made
