12: Keelin
Keelin
“Ah, Keelin,” Annys said. “Please, take a seat with your friend.”
“Prefer to stand.” Keelin watched the woman, didn’t detect any friendship in her face.
Ryann sussed. The lines that radiated from her eyes dug deep into her face.
And then she’d let Tallia lead her through the streets—once she had her robe on, hood up. They’d had one skirmish, with another four Kaiahive agents, before heading along alleys and through an unmarked, unremarkable door.
Keelin had remained alert. As they hurried through dimly-lit passages and down flights of stone steps, she spotted sensors. As they passed through more doors she noted terminals, registered more security.
It reminded her of Kaiahive’s bases. The weight of the rock and mud overhead pressed down like an invisible vice.
Ke
