Chapter 17

I sensed Kyer was miffed because I didn’t tell the Physician I’d missed my pill, but he held his tongue until we found a pair of seats on the train. Then he leaned over my armrest and murmured, “You didn’t say anything.”

I knew what he meant. “She didn’t ask.”

“You could’ve offered,” Kyer argued.

Before I could answer, someone sank into the seat opposite him and he pulled away. I glanced at our travel companion—a woman my mother’s age, with long, dark hair tied up off her neck and an uncharacteristic smudge of soot or dirt on the front of her white tunic. She saw me look and wiped ineffectually at the spot.

I gave her a strained smile and turned towards the window as the Colony began to rush by. I was all too aware of Kyer’s closeness—his hand resting just inches from mine, his leg hovering nearby. I could move my foot and nudge his, get him to look at me, share a secret grin…

“The pills are a lie,” the woman across from us said suddenly.