na

ter Shoals and stopped before the Oceanic Bank, where a

s, I glided inside alone and slid a black sea-snail sh

ck snapped straight, and he hurriedly ushered me into a soundproofed deep-wa

come to draw from your reserve," t

nder the name Kenna Reid," I instructed calmly, then paused as a thought struck me.

rd-earned border pay to treat me to a high-tier dinner last ni

es later, Atticus was leaning lazily against a basalt

iend," I lied smoothly, averting my e

curve touching his lips as he fell into

d merman in a sharp tailcoat swam toward us at breakneck speed. It was Owen Foster, the notoriously snobbish

ing purple aurora crystal card with both hands. "This is the supreme Abyssal VIP Badge of our establishment! Wit

dge in shock. "Steward Owen, did

his head furiously, his terrified eyes sneaking a split-second gl

, who was staring innocently up at the c

ou?" I lowe

get that kind of pull?" He shrugged with utter sincerity

we stepped inside the Defense Hub's main hall, the bizarre atmosphere deepened. Former Director Marcus Sullivan and Publ

fied gaze as he held out the heavy basalt Director's seal to me with both hands. "Miss Kenna-no,

cus

he Defense Hub, a private infrasonic pulse from my aide-de-camp, Conn

through the resonance link. "Lady Kenna withdrew one thousand coffers from her private vault... and quietl

half a length ahead of me. Even bound by blood, she was trying to kee

minutes," I had commanded silently through the deep-sea resonance. "If he ever lets my w

tood, M

rontline supply contract with House Stark for breaking their word at the Wellspring. While you are at it, freeze all milita