BERTI’S POSTURE REMAINED stiff as we made our way to the lab, the end of her cane tapping against the floor with a little more force than normal. Walking behind her, Luca and I exchanged a glance. That tapping must have announced our presence to Pradip, because he came out of the office almost as soon as we entered the lab. Just in time for Berti to march right past him, get inside, and slam the door shut behind her.
I heard a lock click.
The rest of us stared at the door, unsure of what to make of it. She wasn’t even trying to maintain her façade anymore, and that...was something I’d never seen from her, not in the years I’d been here. What exactly was it that the Tatius wasn’t telling the younger generation of his House? Because suddenly, Berti’s experiences with legends seemed a hell
