Nine
Grace knew that the time for sleep had come. She couldn’t pursue Lake until she had a trail, and she had to wait for the spyder to create one. She and Heron agreed to go their separate ways at midnight.
Heron walked with her to the CityRide stop but, after a polite goodbye, headed east. He walked with his head bent in thought, hands in his pockets, in the opposite direction of his home.
Maybe he didn’t sleep.
Maybe he was meeting up with Arjun—or someone else.
None of it is my business, she reminded herself on the quiet CityRide to her house.
Davion had been her business. And Kaiden. Now that business was over.
Now there was only her.
“Welcome home, Grace,” the house said as the garage opened and the lights flickered on.
She stepped into the kitchen to find an ensaymada on th
