30.

Lazar holds a private meeting with Mama and me after she is released from her work duties. We sit across from him at his desk. The papers that were piled up earlier are no longer there.

“I assume you know why you’re here, Andrina,” Lazar says.

“I do.” I give him a trivial nod and add, “But I think it’s a mistake.”

Mama gasps. “Andy, quiet.”

I refuse to look at her. I’m so upset about the way she treated me earlier, and that our show was in front of Mattie.

“Look,” I begin, leaning forward in my chair, “neither of you were there. King Zarek stated he doesn’t want anything to do with drifters anymore, but if my leader—you, Lazar—asks for supplies, then he’ll negotiate a deal. I don’t know how many times I have to repeat myself. He’ll only send me back.”

“Andrina, we need—”

“I know you need goods. We all do. If you feel I’m not qualified, then I suggest you find someone else to perform my job. I’m done.” I stand from my chair and exit before either of them has a chance to speak.

The thick night air envelops me. It’s like a rush of musky perfume. Creatures of all shapes and sizes collide with the unseen dome surrounding the city. Even through that mess, I can see the moon and stars perfectly.