Mira stopped beside the platform rail. Behind her, a team entered the projected floor and disappeared into the first turn.
“Eli.”
She said his name without surprise. He had wanted a reaction he could interpret: alarm, guilt, recognition of the warning Dain had carried. Her composure gave him nothing he could safely use.
“You entered under your own name,” he said.
“It is my name.”
“You know why I’m here.”
“At selection?”
“Talking to you.”


