Sera arrived at nine with food she had made herself, which meant she had been up early and worried, because Sera only cooked from scratch when she was working something out and couldn't sit still.
She set the containers on the kitchen table, looked at the pack records still spread across it, looked at me, and said, "You didn't sleep."
"I slept a little."
"You look like you slept a little." She started moving the papers carefully to one side to make room, handling them with a respect that told me she understood what they were. "Did something happen after I left."
"Kael came this morning."
Her hands stopped moving.
She looked up.
"He was on the front step at six thirty," I said. "He said he needed to tell me something. That I wasn't safe here."
Sera sat down slowly. "What did you do.
