The baron turned to him, as if surprised that the subject had resurfaced. “I’m not a prude, Everson. Miranda is a young woman and she knows her own mind. My only fear is that she might have given you an incomplete picture of how things are.”
Baron Ayers stepped back, revealing a keypad next to the door. Warning bells went off in Everson’s head. Memories of the Tree flooded his mind, snippets of anomalous technology.
As soon as the baron entered a code, the door slid open, and Everson winced at the sudden bright light. When his eyes adjusted to the change in illumination, he found the baron appraising him with an indecipherable expression.
He nodded for him to follow through the opening.
“Where are we going?” Everson asked, his senses on high alert, almost to the point of combat-readi
