The city hadn't changed at all while we were gone.
Just a sprawling grid of wet concrete, exhaust fumes, and eight million people who had absolutely no idea they were sharing the sidewalk with apex predators. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass in the penthouse, watching the brake lights bleed down the avenues. Millions of people stressing about being late to work, dealing with bad breakups, living their completely normal lives.
None of them knew about the biological network. Or the Remaking. Or the three-hundred-year-old leather ledger sitting on my mahogany desk, half full of blank pages.
It was a deeply weird feeling. Living in a world that had no idea you had just fundamentally rewired it.
Selene was waiting right at the elevator bank when we arrived. Standard uniform—black blaze
