9
Reine
My eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, provided by emergency bulbs, and I shivered. The bulbous eyes of cartoon characters stared at me from the walls, and an echo of lost laughter hung in the air. The place had once been a pediatric ward, now closed since the Aerie didn’t have any children. Would it open during tourist season for kids who got hurt or sick while visiting? Or would they be sent along to their home hospitals after leaving the emergency room or ICU? I’d ask Barton if I were currently allowed to speak to him. Even once I was, I didn’t know if I wanted to. Well, not beyond what Lawrence would need me to.
The murmur of voices drew me along beyond the empty nurse’s station, and the hair on my neck stood, each follicle prickling and alert. This would be a good place for
