Chapter 9

Yaru’s bubble car came to a slow stop outside a large sky-scraper, every surface glinting in the sunlight. He got out, holding a hand out to me to help me down onto the pavement. I hesitated, suddenly far more aware of my semi-nakedness than I had been before.

“Come on, my dear. We don’t want to keep them waiting,” Yaru said, his words calm, as if he hadn’t noticed my reluctance, but his eyes said otherwise. At least he was an understanding mentor, even if he was likely to put himself first.

After taking a deep breath, I gave him my hand and stepped out of the car. A red carpet stretched out before us, sheltered by the building’s awning until it led inside the doors. Men in uniforms stood either side of the door, glasses over their eyes hiding what they were looking at.

I tried not to show my nerves as I walked beside Yaru, matching his slow pace. At first I wasn’t sure I managed it, but I caught sight of my reflection in the highly polished glass. My jaw dropped. I was a walking work