Chapter 24
Miron
The city looked different when you were walking toward the people who might kill you.
Sun was barely up, just a thin wash of light over the glass towers. Traffic was lighter than usual. The air had that early-morning chill that would burn off by noon.
Rayna walked beside me, hood up, hands jammed in her pockets. From a distance, we probably looked like any two people heading into downtown too early—some finance guy and his girlfriend, maybe. Close up, anyone with sense would notice all the wrong details.
How tense my shoulders were.
How focused my eyes were.
How she kept touching her wrist, like the mark was a splinter she couldn’t quite get out.
“You okay?” I asked quietly.
“No,” she said. “But I’m vertical and moving. That’s the bar today.”
“Fair enough,” I sai
