The Summit delegates began arriving at midday.
I watched from an upstairs window like a woman who absolutely was not hiding and who had simply chosen this particular vantage point for its excellent sightlines, which was a perfectly strategic decision and not at all about the fact that forty Alphas were about to walk into that courtyard and the only thing separating me from a full panic spiral was seventeen feet of stone wall and Luna's borrowed blazer.
"You're hiding," Luna said, from the doorway.
"Observing."
"From behind a curtain."
"Strategically positioned."
She came to stand beside me. Below us, a convoy of black vehicles was rolling through the compound gates with the deliberate precision of people who traveled in formations because it communicated something important about the
