CHAPTER 4
Lincoln and I hunt through the contents of my fridge, looking to scrounge up a quick snack before dinner. Like most nights, my parents are off running Purgatory as Madame President and First Man, so it’s fend for yourself time. Turns out, killing a Durus makes you hungry. Plus, that weird-igni-concert was no-fun. I need me some grub.
Lincoln digs through a shelf loaded with plastic containers. “I still can’t get over this place. So much nicer than Arx Hall.”
My new house is nicer than Lincoln’s underground castle in Antrum?
“I don’t know. Arx Hall’s pretty sweet.”
“Sure, it all looks good,” says Lincoln. “But we’ve no electricity, no phones, no computers. Our kitchens are still stuck in the Middle Ages. There’s a larder, a buttery, an icehouse, and a guy whose only job is to
