That night, Mikandra discovered why she’d been given the bed near the door. When it wasn’t raining, it barely cooled down at night, and with no thunderstorms to push it along, the breeze didn’t reach far into the room. She lay sweating, without any covering, and too afraid to take off the towel. The cold mountain air of Miran seemed impossibly far away.
By the time the sky showed a faint tinge of light blue, she couldn’t stand it anymore. It was still far too early to go to the library, but she’d go to the Exchange on the off chance that Rehan had responded to her small message.
Her clothes were still damp but they were no longer smelly. Mikandra went for a quick dip in the pool—thank goodness for her short hair—and got dressed. The stack of towels had grown overnight. She couldn’t see a
