YELENA

“You were saying something about the location… have you seen a place?” Nyra asked, lifting her cold coffee to her lips as we walked out of the hospital.

Evening had crept in quietly, the sky turning a warm shade of orange, the air sharper with the night scent of the city wolves shifting through the streets. Her shift had ended before mine, so we were both heading home together. Lucky her.

“That’s what Clara said. She emailed me earlier but didn’t give the details. I’ve ...