On quiet feet, as silent as I could be on a titanium ship where every breath echoed, I followed Mase. The blood thundering through my veins sounded much louder than my tiptoes thumping over the metal floor.
I slowed when I neared Randolph's door, my gasps pluming out in front of me in a cloudy haze. His metal door had been kicked in, not enough to knock it down, but hard enough so it looked like the door had been sucked inward. A titanium door. Had that been the pounding I'd heard at the end of my call to Moon? But what kind of ghost was strong enough to bend metal? I didn't want to find out.
The next door was the same. And the next. Every door I passed had been sucked inward. I tried the levers but with no luck.
Maybe the best idea would be to turn back, search the cupboards and sta
