Chapter 198

• Lucas' POV
• The girl looked nervous as I hauled her into the Mediland's golden throat. The mall's fluorescence carved the girl into something spectral. She hovered between racks of silk and chiffon, fingers brushing fabric like she expected it to bite. The salesgirls' laughter hung sharp in the air - hyenas circling a limping doe.
• To my surprise, my hearing was back. I could clearly hear what they were mumbling behind the racks.