Cazzie would've been proud. The blue-haired chaos gremlin Isabella had told me about who had spent weeks dragging Maya out of her shell had built the foundation — and now my women were building on it all at once.
Genevieve watched the whole thing from her seat with the satisfied expression of a woman who had just introduced her favorite person to her new family and watched the adoption happen in real time.
Well, Maya was part of the family before her, but who cares about details.
After that we drove to Meridian Agency. The van self-drove through the LA night, drawing far less attention in the dark than it would have in daylight — just a long silver shape moving through traffic like a quiet secret on wheels.
I told them to wait and stepped out.
