The library came with a holo setup for online searches.
She soon unearthed a treasure trove of information that shed light on the intricate web of dealings that consumed Mak’s life.
As she probed deeper into the digital archives, his and Signet’s prowess emerged in a complex tapestry.
The more she uncovered, the more impressed she was by his ingenuity.
She read his case transcripts and marveled at his legal prowess.
She also learned more about the Signet Company’s generosity, including its feeding and housing programs, university sponsorship, clinics, and free medical care for all residents ofThe Sombra.
She became more convinced that a strong thread of justice ran through Mak and his pack mates underneath all the chaos, shifting allegiances, and constant dance with death.
Signet appeared to bring balance to a world teetering on the brink of collapse. Someone had to enforce a kind of equity that the Syndicate or corrupt politicians would not implement.
One afternoon, immersed in a book file, a notification appeared on her tablet screen on the worktable.
She glanced at it, noting the flashing alert with an incoming message. With a sense of foreboding, she swiped to access it, revealing a text from an unknown sender:
Saba, it’s me. Shiloh. Can we talk?
She read it in shock.
Her twin had not been in touch since she fled from her wedding.
Saba had run interference for her at the cost of her peace and sanity. Yet she couldn’t stay mad at her.
Their bond as twins ran deeper than blood, forged in the crucible of shared experiences and hard-won victories. They’d faced insurmountable odds before, and they would likely face them again.
With a sigh, she typed back a response agreeing to the call.
Seconds later, Shiloh’s face appeared on the holo display, her expression caught between relief and trepidation.
The familiar and beautiful features that mirrored Saba’s to some degree still showed signs of her vibrant optimism, which had always defined her spirit.
‘Oh my heavens, Saba, I’ve missed you,’ she breathed. ‘Please forgive me, my love. I know I’ve caused you all so much pain, but I had to do it. You have to believe me.’
Saba struggled to maintain her composure, the conflicting emotions of anger and concern warring within her.
‘Shiloh, where are you? Are you safe?’
She nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
‘I’m on the Asivan ship, the Selburnia. With Zolan. He’s-.’
Saba held her breath, waiting. Her eyes softened.
‘So amazing. So kind.’
‘He is?’ Saba asked.
Shiloh leaned forward.
‘Saba, please, trust me. I’m a happy woman right now.’
Saba conceded, never able to hold back anything from her sister.
‘I’m delighted for you then.’
