The stone corridor on the other side of Piers's tunnel felt mundane and comfortable, almost like the Stronghold, except this place was darker, without windows and I could tell without scanning we were deep underground.
Beneath Los Angeles, Piers sent, tight and focused. This way.
So he'd been here before, enough he knew where to go? Excellent. Saved us from hunting through what was feeling like a bit of a maze to me already.
It felt odd, just the two of us. And yet, we'd been here many times before, hadn't we? My heart lightened just a bit at the memory of the pair of us storming the werewolf palace in Ukraine so long ago. How young I'd been, how full of myself. I was able to see that now, to understand just how much of a mess I'd managed to make barreling my way through the world in search of my werefriend. Charlotte's rescue came at the destruction of the Black Souls-and nearly the werepalace-and was my first encounter with Eva Southway and the rest of the Steam Union.