They arrived at the Citadel a short while later. The cruiser docked, the bay sealed behind them, and once the pressure equalized the doors slid open onto the command level.
Zaeryn walked down the wide, polished corridors flanked on either side by Arya and Mireille. Every few paces, officers in uniforms and armed sentries paused, their eyes tracking the trio as it passed.
He was still the only male to walk down here, so yes he still drew curiosity around here, and that was nothing surprising. He kept his stride casual until a familiar figure caught his eye further down in front of him.
Standing at a grand central junction, a bustling intersection where four massive command corridors converged beneath a soaring vaulted ceiling, was Annalise.
But she wasn't alone. Speaking with her was another woman, tall and eye-catching, with long, dark auburn hair and a face that managed to be beautiful and cold at the same time.
