Nanny Bil-aries
Phuwin added.
"Let them come," Sofia said, turning toward the door. The grief for Nomo was still there, a raw, bleeding wound, but it was being cauterized by a new, cold rage. "I’m not a Dhampir. I’m not a Faerie. I’m a weaponized evolution, right? It’s time I started acting like one."
"Where are you going?" Phuwin asked.
"To the Medical District," Sofia replied, her indigo eyes fixed on the horizon. "Byrne said they’re scrubbing the records. That means there’s still something left to scrub. And I’m going to find it before they burn it all down."
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