Although Brett was a mood-maker, even he couldn’t shake the stillness that filled the air of Inner Sanctum. A break was needed, definitely needed. Even if that break meant heading down to the park to find Ceres’ best schwarma vendor. Even if the weather was far colder than necessary, it didn’t change the line of people who stood around the corner for the schwarma. Brett looked over to Honor as he gestured to the line, “Don’t worry. It moves fast. Mr. Hall usually gets everyone their food really fast. I go here all the time.” He might have been assuring the woman, but that did not stop him from peering over the people see how the line was moving. // @torrcntivl














