Sophia's POV
Nobody moved for a moment.
Lena Park stood in the elevator with her hands at her sides and her eyes on me and the specific stillness of someone who had rehearsed this moment so many times that now it was actually happening she had forgotten all of it.
I stepped forward and pressed the button to hold the doors open.
"Come out of the elevator," I said gently.
She came out.
Up close she was younger than the photograph had suggested. Late twenties but carrying it heavily, the way people did when they had been careful for a very long time. She looked at Damien beside me and something cautious moved in her face.
"He's with me," I said. "He's safe."
She accepted that with a small nod.
"How did you find us here," Damien said. Quiet and direct. Not threatening. Just needing to
