At seven, Zaeryn leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the window, his breath fogging the pane for a second before it cleared. He could see the early morning light hitting the Sector Seven skyline, making the sleek buildings look almost peaceful.
"She's taking longer than expected," he muttered.
Ysmeine stepped up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her chest firmly against his back. He felt the tension in his shoulders give way just a little as she rested her chin on his shoulder.
"Give her some time. It's a long way from there to here," she said softly, her voice vibrating against him. "Are you nervous?"
"A little," Zaeryn admitted. He reached up, adjusting the matte black sunglasses resting on his head. He wasn't just nervous about Viora. He was nervous about the house of cards he was currently sitting on. "Are Arya and Mireille going to be here while Viora is around? Because that could cause some real problems."
