26: Deva
Deva
Creepy opened the door then stood aside. He waved Deva through, but she couldn’t move.
“Wow!”
She turned her head slowly, taking it all in.
The suite must’ve stretched a full quarter of the carriage. The air was pleasantly cool, with a scent that reminded her of cut grass. There were two large sofas to her left, with plump cushions and what looked like automatic footrests. There was a low glass-topped table between the sofas, with four coasters that glinted in the subtle lighting from above.
To her right a table rested on curved legs, like something from a modern art museum. Four straight-backed but comfortable-looking chairs surrounded the table. Against the wall stood a high-end dispenser.
There was a winding staircase by the door, and Deva assumed that led down to t
