Chapter 188

• “Get some rest. The hearing’s the day after tomorrow. Show up sharp—don’t let that scumbag Joaquin Latham look down on you.”
• Zayla Steele carried a bag of meds. Instead of heading back right away, she walked to the end of the corridor. The window there was flung wide open. She stood by it, staring out at the skyline.
• Fifth floor of the hospital. Late autumn air bit with a clear chill. It brushed over her, and her pores seemed to snap shut. A prickle ran over her scalp, goosebumps rose along her arms, and the cool hit sobered her.