It took every ounce of willpower in Lyan’s body to keep from running.
He pushed down the sidewalk, shouldering between a guy in a glittery jacket and a large woman who smelled like grapes. The tide of people kept coming, and he fought his way upstream like a salmon. A desperate, hopefully inconspicuous salmon.
Don’t look until you turn, Quint had said. That was getting harder to do. His neck muscles ached with the effort of keeping his gaze forward, fixed on the sidewalk ahead and the pale blue tube of the street lift. [Read more…]