[SERA — POV]
Mira arrived at midnight and didn't look surprised by the state of Sera's apartment.
The state of Sera's apartment was: every document she'd been compiling spread across the table, reader propped on two books at the right angle, a mug of cold tea she'd forgotten, and Sera herself standing at the window with her arms crossed looking at the Veyrath night like it had said something she was still processing.
"Start from the beginning," Mira said. She sat on the arm of the sofa—not in it, on the arm, which was Mira's particular alert posture—and folded her hands and waited.
Sera started from the beginning.
She told her everything. The Carnelian Club, Kael Dravon, the rooftop. Ilara Venn and the data chip. The river house meeting, the conditions, the dead drops. The Architects,
