Book 3: Chapter 74: Iris Barnes
Tourmaline led me through the city to the gates of Blackwall. Unlike when I came here with Bran, the guards didn’t even try to stop us, they just waved us through. Tourmaline walked through the gate with her head held high without so much as looking at them, and the guards thumped their chests as she passed.
“That’s handy.” I muttered as we made our way down the pristine, sterile streets of Blackwall. There wasn’t a soul to be seen; the entire city was at the various festivities.
“It’s annoying.” Tourmaline scoffed. “But it does have its uses. I prefer the way people react to me as Wreck, but I will not deny the privilege my position affords me.”
“Must be nice ta have the best of both worlds.”
“It is a travesty. Often I feel like I’m not a citizen of Crack at all, but some separate country. Though it pains me, I agree with much of that idiot Harmsson’s Great Charter.”
I gave her a side eye. “I heard from Schist that you’ve been helping him behind tha scenes.”
Tourmaline nodded. “He is much easier to work with. And he’s clearly not motivated solely by personal gain.”
“So, uh, what’re you aimin’ for? Can I ask?”
“Hmm… no doubt Opal will tell you everything eventually anyways. Our deal regarding Harmsson is over, but I would appreciate it if you continued to send me updates on the pulse of the city.”