I curled in on myself, shrinking into the hood of my sweatshirt, and heaved a shaky breath. Too many eyes, the vendor's and mine on the paper, looked down on me in judgment. But maybe my picture had hung there long enough that it blended in with its surroundings and nobody really looked at it. Wishful thinking? Hell yes.

"Um." I glanced up while I tapped my fingers over the iron in my pocket. For once, there wasn't any need to steal iron. I had a currency card, which I'd ...