REMI'S POV
They were waiting when we got back.
Marcus at the door, which was unusual — he was typically not physically present at the penthouse unless the situation required it, and when he was, things were already past the point of routine. Beside him: a woman I hadn't seen before, compact, dark-haired, with the specific attentiveness of someone whose job was to assess rooms very quickly.
"Security rotation," Dax said, reading my expression. "We're adding two people to the building protocol. This is Wren Aldridge. She'll be on the residential floor."
Wren Aldridge gave me a nod that communicated competence and a lack of interest in being intrusive. I filed her as useful.
"Cartwright?" I said to Marcus.
"Pulled his pack access credentials three hours ago, which triggered a flag in th
