SEEMA CROUCHED UNDER a poor shelter, her tail flicking from side to side. She'd crept under the bench to take refuge from the dogged, misting rain and the steady cavalcade of feet that trudged up the steps to the building with the neo-ancient facade. But it also proved a decent stakeout spot: no one sat on the damp bench, given the incessant drizzle, so her view of the building was unblocked. She glared at the entrance where Angelos had disappeared. She didn't want to stay put, fearing he'd found another exit; she didn't want to move, fearing she'd miss him.
So she stared, letting the occasional low growl turn into a snarl to vent her annoyance. Luckily, the square in front of the building was too busy for the freakishly large city rats to bother her tonight. At the thought of those vermi
