They had just sent out the messages to the security specialists in the Royal Guard, who would send undercover agents to the suspicious markets, when a chiming noise indicated that someone wanted to open a portal directly into Wolfe's office.
That was unusual. Normally, visitors would come to the main platform. But the energy through this portal didn't feel like their world, which meant that whoever it was had the power to get around the trial trap and contact them directly.
Wolfe focused through the small portal and established a stable portal to the sitting room next door.
A tip of his head had Priya following him, prepared for nearly anything from a world that they didn't recognize.
The air coming through the portal smelled like gunpowder and scorched flesh, the scent of modern battlefields everywhere.
But the only one that came through was a small woman with silver skin and white wings.
