Arms folded and looking every bit the new resident MageGate, Mikey led Irenya across a brass and tiled antechamber into a reception room. Two windows and a translucent panel in the roof allowed good light to fill the space. Mikey pointed to various doors, all of them open, revealing a small army busy preparing the place for occupation. A warm breeze and summer light flooded the rooms.
She joined him at one of the windows. He pointed across the sloping rooftops to Elaaron’s empty balcony. ‘That’s where we were this morning. Never seen eyes so blue before.’
The top of a fair head appeared on the balcony. ‘Who’s that?’
‘Alara. Elaaron’s daughter.’
‘He’s hitched?’
‘Was. They had a terrible invasion here, Mikey. A while back. His wife Joelle died.’
‘So. Kid’s got no mum.’
‘That’s right.
