Marco pulled up to the building at six forty-seven, and I was already thinking about the Cheon problem before the elevator doors closed behind us.
Mera stood beside me with her academy bag over one shoulder and her tail doing that slow idle sweep it did when she was processing something. She had been quiet since the courtyard. Not the bad kind of quiet. The kind where she was running numbers and waiting until she had a figure she liked before opening her mouth.
The elevator reached my floor.
She dropped her bag, kicked off her shoes without looking where they landed, and pulled a throw pillow into her lap like she'd bought the place.
"Okay," she said. "Panda."
"I don't want to talk about Panda."
"I know you don't."
"She's handled. I told her to keep quiet, she's going to keep quiet, the situation is resolved."
Mera looked at me with those yellow eyes that saw everything and filed it under the correct category. "She called your phone at one thirty in the morning."
