Apparently Sham Shui Po meant two armed Dragon Kings didn’t merit second glances. She and Hark ate roast duck as if food wouldn’t exist come morning. She’d taken for granted the rhythm of life in the Asters’ complex. After practice or a match, they ate. Simple as that. Hunger wasn’t part of her life anymore. She’d known it once, long ago, and had forgotten how quickly it could turn a rational being into a beast. Beg, steal, kill—she’d done it for less than scraps. Now she feasted. This was different than living under the Asters’ auspices. Freer. Less . . . inhibited. But Silence didn’t consider herself a slave. She could escape whenever she wanted. Trips like these . . . it would be so easy to disappear. She’d never failed the Asters because she had no reason to. Living gold. The Chasm isn’t fixed. The soothsayer was a pawn of the Asters.
