ELEVEN
West Lovat sits on an island apart from the rest of the city. Its lowest level starts about where Level Two ends and Level Three begins in Lovat proper. It's far enough from the rest of the city that it keeps crime low; it also tends to be quieter. As a result the warren has become kind of a haven for the middle class and serves as a bedroom community for the city.
West Lovat.
My new hiding spot.
I leaned my head against the monorail window and watched buildings flash past. I felt sick, lost, and lonely. I was terrified. I had started to shake after collapsing into my seat. Too focused on fleeing, I had skipped buying a ticket. I hoped the conductor was feeling lazy and wouldn't pass through the car.
Covered in blood, bruised and scarred, I was likely to raise anyone's suspicio
