I stand exactly where Raulf delivered me trying very hard not to fidget, in the headquarters of somebody attempting to solve ten impossible problems simultaneously.
The woman at the far end of the room continues drawing lines across the display for several seconds, seemingly unconcerned by the fact I’m here, panicking.
Without turning around, she speaks. "It's taken you long enough to find us, Fiorenca."
Fiorenca. My name. My breath whooshes out in one long huff, that’s my full name.
I know her voice.
Air catches painfully as I try to replenish my depleted oxygen. Every tiny hair on my body has stood upright. Her voice echoes, not in the room, somewhere deep inside my head.
‘Get the pup out.’
The memory slams into me so hard my knees nearly buckle. A large hand settles on my shoul
