Her dog trailed her into a nearby bus shelter, and Mistral settled onto the bench, leaning against the glass. If the rain cleared up, she'd go home. If it didn't, she'd turn back into Anabel and call an Uber.
Mendel hopped up onto the bench beside her, and Mistral sunk her right hand into the thick fur around his neck. She looked back towards the street, watching the traffic - she could feel someone moving through the rain, another knight like her.
Mistral narrowed her eyes, and a ghost appeared in pool of light cast by the streetlights on the opposite side of the street. "Mycenae," she said softly. "********."
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