Where was Zavier? He was the marroweel killer. Was he still asleep? Well, if he was in bed, he was on his own. I needed to get Jocelyn. Only when I reached the mouth of the staircase, she was already climbing. “Hurry.” I waved her up, waiting as she hefted her own skirts higher. When she reached the top, I pushed her toward Brielle, letting her go first. I was still on my feet when the ship jolted again. And then, all I could see were my own boots and blue sky as I flew backward, landing on my ass.
