Chapter Forty Eight
Mandal’s eyes slowly opened and as they did she gazed up and out through Mal’s skylights into the black, cloud covered night.
The rain had for the moment stalled out and she could see a partial slice of moon as it tried to illuminate the darkness of its storm swept world.
Feeling refreshed from a rare moment of sleep filled peace, one that held no nightmares within it, she felt content and above all balanced and safe.
There were no remnants of punishing thoughts in her mind, and that was foreign to her and she thought of her breakfast 38, the one with the single chamber filled with a copper casing and for the moment she well understood, quite clearly how tenuous fate was.
Days earlier, as she’d done before she had again tempted her survival at the tip of a gun, and
