“Why don’t we discuss this back at the castle? In private.” Paedyn’s eyes lift to the procession in front of us and where exactly it’s headed. “We’re going back? Now?” Her head whips toward Kitt, hair glinting in the sunlight. “What about the slums?” Kitt’s gaze slides to mine, uncertain. “Well, the parades always remain in the upper city….” “But that is my home,” she says slowly. “That is where any remaining Ordinaries will be. Is this not a celebration of the union that will unite Elites and Ordinaries?”
