Zevran called me at two in the morning.
Not a text. Not the mate bond's gentle frequency. A call — and before I answered I already knew from the quality of it that something had happened.
"Tell me," I said.
"There's been an accident," he said. His voice was controlled. The specific controlled version that meant something was not fine and he was managing it. "In the Hold. The east wing storage level. A structural failure — part of the ceiling came down." A pause. "There are people injured."
I was already moving.
"How many?" I said.
"Four confirmed," he said. "Possibly more — they're still clearing the section." A pause. "Nara. One of them is Fenn."
I stopped.
"How bad?" I said.
"They don't know yet," he said. "He was in the archive room on the lower level. He was working late. The
