Astrea stiffened, carefully observing the woman in front of her.
The unexpected arrival triggered her, and now her brain was frantically trying to find an explanation as to why this person was here in Solace. The city was a secret no one knew about, after all.
Unless the secret was out...
“It’s 4837,” the Dragonfly repeated the number from her bracelet with a hopeful smile curling on her dry lips. A fake smile.
Astrea had to give it to her. Lenora was always one of the best at acting. Even now, she looked nothing like her usual bright self. Her long, medium-length ginger hair was dull and braided to one side, with a linen cloth thrown over to cover her face that looked sunburnt and sweaty. As if she had made it here on foot, which she definitely hadn’t. All new arrivals were brought he
