The door opened.
Electric white hair. Blue eyes. Nineteen years old in a night dress, standing in her own doorway like someone who had been expecting a different kind of rescue and was genuinely sorry about what had arrived instead.
She stepped back slowly.
"You shouldn't have come," she said, and blinked once. A signal.
It was too late. Behind her, a shadow that hadn't been there a second ago, and then a woman with a pistol.
"Get inside," she said.
I got in. The door closed behind me.
[Mary Stam. Shadow walking, Level 6.]
[Mira Kim. Dormant healer.]
I read it twice. Dormant healer. Not no ability. A dormant one. Which meant Kim had known. Which meant everything we had been told about this mission had been assembled from the parts of the truth that were convenient to tell us.
