The conversation was still beginning to take shape when the side door of the room opened.
Mirella, who was standing before the map spread across the table, did not even need to turn her face to know who had arrived. The energy that entered first was too cold, controlled, and disciplined to belong to anyone from Squad Six. Soon after came other presences, all silent, sharp, and carrying that dangerous elegance vampires seemed to treat as part of the uniform.
Natasha entered first.
