*Ember*
We arrive at the train station before noon. Luna Stone insisted on packing us a lunch, even though there’s food available to purchase on the train. Not that I have any money to spare. Kyan didn’t say a word the entire trip here, and I’d be shocked if he talks to me on the train either.
That’s not really different than before, though. What is different is how irritated he seems. Not just at me, but at the whole world.
The guy at the ticket counter doesn’t give him a hard time when he asks to trade our tickets for an earlier train. Kyan grabs them, and we turn to walk toward the platform. That’s when I see my face again.
I swear under my breath at the “wanted” poster hanging on a column between two of the platforms. It's the same picture I ripped down in the other train station.
