Chapter Eleven
My hands wouldn’t stop sweating as I waited outside the Domes Council’s chamber.
I wished I could have been in some far away corridor where I could pace and panic in peace, but the chamber was up near the atrium where I could almost see the place I’d bolted past the guards.
I couldn’t bring myself to feel guilty for trying to get to Mari. She was my sister. She was mine to protect. Not Miranda’s, and certainly not some kep guard’s.
But I had to pretend to feel sorry for it. Had to act like a traumatized girl. Had to hope punching a guard wasn’t a big enough offense to get me kicked out of the domes or have the Council start asking questions about the three orphans transferred from the Ice Domes.
When I’d woken Harper up after Mari went to bed, she’d told me to just cry
