Chapter Seven
I pull my arm back from wiping the sweat off my brow to find smudges of dark soot staining the fabric of my jacket. It doesn't matter much, this will be going into the incinerator the moment we're back at the Black Fan. All of the clothes the rescue team are wearing will be.
I don't know how long we've been here, or what Catherine has done to keep the city guards at bay, but none of it matters so long as we keep working. At least one person has passed before we could do anything about it, and their death stings even as we've saved dozens of people.
"Chloe!" someone calls.
I freeze, recognition sinking in. My heart pounds as I turn around, desperate to discover whether what I think is true actually is.
The moment my eyes land on Oscar's worried face, every stress from the
