3C was small, but functional.

Two bedrooms barely large enough to fit beds, a combined living area and kitchen, and a single bathroom with questionable plumbing.

The windows offered clear sightlines. The door was solid. Most importantly, the building was filled with people who minded their own business.

"It's perfect," I said, dropping my bag in the smaller bedroom.

"It's a start."

Zane was already checking the windows, testing the locks, mapping out escape routes with the caution of someone who had survived two centuries by never being careless. "We'll stay here while you continue training. The Shadow Ring will give you combat experience. During the day, we'll focus on...