I stepped back. Nodded to the window.
The female tracker shifted, human again, and moved to peer inside.
"She's armed," she reported. "Knife. Backed into the corner."
"Of course she is." I raised my voice. "Sera, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either you come out, or we come in. Your choice."
A pause.
Then: "You have no right to be here. This is neutral territory."
"Technically, you're right. But funny thing about neutral territory no one enforces the rules." I smiled. "We've been looking for you. Thomas sent us. He has... concerns about your situation."
"Thomas can go to hell."
"Probably. But first, he'd like to ensure that no complications arise from your little indiscretion with his son."
Silence.
I could feel her calculating. Trying to figure out if she could fi
