The building was brightly lit and took up a whole city block, in contrast to the maze of darkened buildings all around. Marish found a vantage point in the doorway of a closed shop and asked Itana to stay there.
“You shouldn’t be noticed here,” he said. “And you should have a fairly good view of...whatever happens.”
“How will I know when something happens?” she asked.
“You’ll know, all right. It’ll be some combination of gunfire, yelling and screaming,” Marish said. His eyes gleamed with excitement in the dim light.
“Stop trying to scare me,” she said.
“Hey, you wanted to come,” he protested, and then the gleam in his eyes softened. “The woman I met in the Borderlands didn’t scare all that easily, or at least she controlled it better than most.”
It was the strangest compliment Itana
