Adom glances at me. “You might want to hold my hand when we disembark.”
It would be easy to lose him in a crowd like this. I savor the thought for a moment, but as he opens the door and steps out, all ideas of escape shatter. The disorienting noise reaches my ears. Talk over talk. Feet clomping. Over there, someone shouting. Over here, someone crying.
He reaches out a hand. I take it in an instant, numbed by the chaos. He squeezes and gently helps me out of the carriage. Noise spins and follows us, inescapable.
Adom shelters me under the wing of his warm arm and points to a building looming over us like a mountain. “This is the Volcourt Inn.” he breathes into my ear, a welcome, familiar whisper in the wake of alien sound. “It isn’t far. Just a few steps further.”
I tilt my head to obse
