Chapter 11 Taytra
Taytra glanced down at the scrap of parchment Serena had given her. “3467 Flower Road,” she repeated, comparing it to the sign on the corner and the number on the building. “This is it.” She reached up and gave a few quick taps on the door. She looked over her shoulder while she waited. A few people glanced in her direction, but most of the afternoon crowd couldn’t care less about what she did. They were too focused on getting home after their day in the city.
“Hello?” A petite woman opened the door, peeking out. “Who is there?” Her voice had the quaver of many years to it. Her long gray hair was unbound, falling about her shoulders in heavy ringlets, held back from her face by a flowery handkerchief.
“Hello,” Taytra said pleasantly. “My name is Taytra Flynn. I was to
