With my heart pulsing like a siren, I pawed at my corset where my ice picks should've been. I was defenseless without a weapon and useless as a ghost magnet since I couldn't invite any more spirits inside. At least I had my chains, though I'd learned on Mayvel just how easily those could be yanked from my scalp.

We followed the trail of death down a hallway past several closed doors, the noise of the seemingly disinterested crowd of space travelers fading behind us. I mapped ...