Chapter 3Sinda started walking towards the dunes, with barely a glance over her shoulder to indicate we should follow. Kyer and I exchanged a look, and I shrugged. “Where are you taking us?” he called to her.
“We can’t eat here,” she said. At the top of the first dune, she stopped, hand on her hip, and waited.
I looked around the empty beach. It seemed the perfect place to put something in our bellies before we explored the rest of the city. Other than the sand fleas, I quite liked it. “But we’re right here—”
Sinda turned and flipped her hair up to expose the nape of her neck. A ragged, red scar sliced across the skin. Even from where we stood, I could see it, and I drew closer for a better look.
“What happened to you?” I asked.
“Eating on the beach,” she explained. “I don’t know what
