15
I tiptoe through a darkened passageway in Arx Hall, on my way to the palace transfer station to Purgatory. Walker has an art studio near my parent’s place. He’s usually there this time of day. With any luck, I’ll catch him and talk him into taking me to the Plains of Fire.
Kiya sits silently on my shoulder, his tiny hands gripping my hair and ear. At last, I reach the transfer Platform, a large round disc set into the marble floor. As I step onto the circle, the floor lights up.
My breath catches. The brightness reveals that I’m not alone in the hallway.
Lincoln is here.
“When were you going to tell me?” He wears jeans, a white t-shirt, and a desolated look on his face.
“I wrote you a letter. I was going to leave it with Walker, so he could give it to you after I’d left.”
Lincoln
