Chapter Twenty-Nine
As soon as she’d closed her door, Jas took out the bottle of myth and box of needles and swabs from her pocket and quickly stripped off her clothes. She wanted to start the myth run soon or she might be discovered before it was over. She had the feeling that she was standing on the precipice of a vast, black abyss, yet she didn’t care.
Before lying down in her bunk, Jas unscrewed the bottle, plunged the needle into the crimson liquid and drew it all up into the syringe. The myth was a deep, dark carmine in the dimmed cabin light, like blood. Her heart raced at the thought of the escape that it held. She’d been right when she told Carl that she wasn’t brave. There were some things she couldn’t face, and this precious drug was her way out, for a few hours at least.
She
