Sera

Zara

The door at the top of the stairs opened before I knocked.

She was standing in the middle of a room that looked nothing like the Velvet below. No amber light. No dark walls. Just clean white space. Books everywhere. A desk covered in research files. Floor to ceiling windows looking out over the city at night.

And her.

Dr. Sera Voss.

Fifty something. Silver hair cut sharp at her jaw. The kind of face that had been striking once and had become something better with age. Authoritative. P