Bailey's POV I watched the gate swing inward, a low groan of metal against metal. Sera stood on the other side, not waiting for the guard to escort her. I don’t know why, but I had a feeling she needed to be let in personally. She’d helped us once before, a genuine act of good faith, and I felt like she deserved something more than being left to cool her heels in the gatehouse. She looked different. Sharper, somehow, but not in a good way. The last time I saw her, she was all sleek lines and perfect composure, every hair in place, every word measured. Now, her dark hair was disheveled, strands escaping the braid she usually kept so tight. There were smudges under her eyes, deep and bruised, and her clothes, while still expensive, looked like she’d slept in them. She carried a frantic energy that made my own ne
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