Jena sat at the desk in her quarters, reclining in her chair and holding a tablet up. “Come on,” she muttered. “There’s gotta be something I missed.”
She had scanned through her mother’s notes on Isara a hundred times. Ilia had never recorded Isara’s real name. She knew it – or at least, she claimed to have known it in the message she had left in Fuzz Bear’s encrypted memory – but she never wrote it down. So far, the only thing Jena had learned was that Isara had grown up on Leyria. A simple scan of her own DNA would have told her that much.
The door chime rang.
“Come in!”
The soft hiss of the door opening announced Larani’s arrival. The other woman paused for a moment, regarding Jena with a frown. “You’re still going over those notes, I see.”
Tilting her chair back all the way, Jena
