Chapter 46

Until these new concepts of freedom and fearlessness wrapped themselves around my brain, I couldn't part with the little iron I had left. I'd transferred it to a napkin and tucked it inside my pants, but my mouth watered for it. Every time I patted it, my insides squirmed. Just as I attracted ghosts, iron attracted me.

But I was still alive, even without it. The ship had been strangely quiet since Mase's brain-scrambling performance, which worried me. I wore a target on my back with no iron, and it felt like the entire ship held its breath, waiting for the right time to strike me down. Maybe it would happen at seven o'clock tonight. Maybe it would happen in minutes. Maybe I could ready myself somehow if I could stop fidgeting and pacing. Of course, if something did happen, I would throw the iron back in again.