"Oddo's family didn't open the gates," Sherry said, her fingers laced tightly with mine as we reached the apartment building. The night air had cooled, carrying the faint metallic tang of the capital streets. "Nesto and I stood outside until it was too late. Then we left."
"I'm sorry," I said. "Those missions are harder than the ones with fighting. At least with fighting you know what you're dealing with."
We climbed the stairs. Her boots scuffed softly on each step beside mine, the sound echoing up the stairwell. There was something in her voice I couldn't fully place. Not sadness exactly. Something quieter. Deeper. Like a current running underneath still water.
We reached the fourth floor. Her door.
"Good night, Sherry," I said, my mind already drifting down to the floor below, to Carrise Vale and her thick curtains and the real mission I was here to carry out.
She held my eyes.
"Why the rush?" she asked.
