CHAPTER 2
Over the next hour, we do the sketchiest patch job on a Cloud Carrier, ever. It won’t be a solid fix until Walker comes by, but it should be enough for Adair’s inspection. In fact, my repair team has just left the Tower when Adair appears in the doorway.
“Greetings, Great Scala.”
She’s a pale girl with pinched features, long blonde hair and the mismatched eyes that mark every thrax. She wears a butter-yellow gown, which is the color of her House, Acca. Behind her steps the Ghoul Delegate, a seven-foot-tall man in a flowing black robe. He has a colorless, scarred face and pronounced limp. The Angelic Delegate is with them, too. She’s an elderly grandma-type with ebony skin and a shock of white hair. We aren’t on diplomatic terms with Hell anymore, so there’s no demon representa
