Chapter Fifteen — Shared Air

Keya:

I finally slip out of my dress and into the oversized t-shirt Lina smuggled from some laundry cart. The fabric still smells faintly of detergent and firewood. My head sinks into the pillow like it’s been waiting for me since the beginning of time.

One minute. That’s all I want. One minute to close my eyes and pretend I’m not a political pawn.

The door slams open.

“I knew you’d be in here.”

I sit bolt upright, heart punching my ribs.

Bella Mighty stands in the doorway like some furious goddess of luxury and control. Her silk robe is the kind of thing you...