Chapter Forty-Two: Home Is a BattlefieldKai POVThe jet lands at dawn.Gray light on wet tarmac. The private terminal is nearly empty. Two cleaners, one guard, and a coffee machine that no one has switched on. On the flight she held my hand until the wheels touched. When they touched she let go and picked up her bag. Rose walks down the steps ahead of me with her bag on her shoulder and her face closed. She has not said ten words since Paris. I have counted them.Lucid is waiting inside the glass doors with a tablet held against his chest. His face says nothing good. He doesn't greet me. He just lifts the tablet an inch.I don't get to read it.The tablet screen is lit. I see a thumbnail, small and gray, and I see my own face in it.Sophia steps out from behind a pillar. Gray coat. Soft smile. A man with a camera is already in position four meters behind her, lens up, finger down. She planned the angle before we left Paris."Kai. Thank God. I came to apologize for the fence incident.
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