SERA

The guest quarters were at the far end of the west wing, as far from Kael's suite as physically possible without leaving the building. A guard walked me there in silence, a young wolf with a sympathetic face who at least had the decency to look uncomfortable about escorting the Luna to what was essentially solitary confinement.

The room was fine. Clean, well-furnished, impersonal in the way hotel rooms are impersonal. A bed, a dresser, a window with a view of the rear gardens. The door ...