Of course Izramith couldn’t sleep. Her stomach was churning and gurgling again.
And the same images re-played in her head. A fireball. Screaming people. Burnt bodies in the sand.
It was still dark when she had enough of staring at the ceiling, got up and dressed in her grey gear. The guesthouse’s courtyard was deserted. Great. No one to stare at her or complain about what she looked like. She left through the entrance arch, into the street and settled into a jog, slowly at first. The humid air was unfamiliar and sweat had already broken out under her shirt. Slowly, she increased her pace and in her mind, she raced over the plain at Indrahui, jumping over tussocks of vegetation. Abbasi, her local training partner, would be behind her trying to keep up—which he couldn’t.
That was in the d
