Black titanium walls and floors were covered with neon store signs. Markings lit the wall, indicating what was on each floor. The noise of the city echoed off the walls, making it hard to talk. Most used headphones to speak to one another no matter how close they were. Cove grabbed Ciaran’s hand as they made their way into the crowd.
“Identification, please,” a middle-aged guard with brown hair demanded of Cove. Cove sighed and showed him his papers before following Ciaran.
The prince had never seen a guard request identification before.
Glass spiraling stairs and elevators filled with people moving about caught Cove’s eye. The people of Ciaran’s city dressed in black uniforms as most headed to work. Their watches lit blue, informing them of how many hours they’d need to work.
“What’s
