Chapter Eighteen
“You can't leave the Compound to meet Professor Hernandez,” said Renaissance, staring down at me with a cool, indifferent expression that I had come to associate with him.
I stood in front of Renaissance in the suite where my parents and I stayed. Mom was somewhere in the library, catching up on some reading she had missed when we fled our home, while Dad was in his room tinkering with something. Even so, I bet Dad was listening in our conversation through my earcom, which was connected to his, although he was apparently leaving me to talk with Renaissance by myself.
It was the day after I had spoken with Tara and I had called Professor Hernandez to find out if he wanted to meet with me. I had managed to get his assistant, a peppy-sounding twenty-something girl named Al
