Sophie moved to where Sam stood, her footsteps measured and deliberate. Diana stayed at the table, arms Roweed, her expression caught between curiosity and something that might have been amusement. The recruits shifted uncomfortably, sensing the sudden tension but not understanding its source.
Sam held out his tablet, the security feed showing the front gate in high definition. Sophie took it, her eyes dropping to the screen.
The girl standing outside wore a black jacket over a plain tank top, dark jeans that looked lived-in, and combat boots that had seen serious use. Her blonde hair was longer than Sophie remembered, falling past her shoulders in loose waves. Dark eyeshadow gave her face a gothic edge, but it was the posture that caught Sophie's attention—relaxed but ready, like someone who knew exactly how dangerous they were and didn't need to advertise it.
Lila Rowe for sure.
