SKY’S POV
Amira’s office looked the same as it always did — two chairs, a window, a stack of books that had actual creases in the spines. I’d stopped bracing when I walked in. That should have told me something on its own.
“How’d the meeting go?” she said, once I’d sat down.
“You heard about that.”
“Word travels in a building this size.” She didn’t ask for details, just left the door open in case I wanted to walk through it.
“They’re deciding if I’m worth the risk,” I said. “Same conversation as always. Different room.”
“And how do you feel about that?”
“I feel like a spreadsheet.”
Her mouth twitched, quick, gone before I could name it. Not quite a laugh. Close to one.
“That’s a good line,” she said. “Did you use it on them?”
“No.”
“Smart.”
We sat there a second. Outside her wi
