He was standing on the steps.
Not waiting for a car. Not on his phone. Not in conversation with someone from his delegation. Standing on the Vault's front steps at eight forty in the morning with his hands in the pockets of his coat and his eyes on the street, and when she turned the corner from the subway exit he was the first person she saw.
She held her pace. Exactly the same pace. Nothing changed in her stride or her shoulders or her hands.
He looked up when she reached the bottom of the steps.
"Alpha Voss," she said.
"Alpha Ashford." He stepped to the side to let her up. She went up. He fell into step beside her.
She did not ask why he was there. There was no version of that question she could ask without it being a different question. She let the silence hold and went to the do
