Raina Lu paced her room for quite a while before deciding to go. Even if Hannah Du really had designs on her, she probably wouldn't come to much harm. Out of habit she arrived five minutes early. The private room held only her. Raina thought with resignation—did all these busy people share this habit of cutting it to the wire? Just as the thought crossed her mind, the door pushed open. Hannah Du's boots were tall, silver chains along the edges, style hard-edged. Short hair faintly tinted dee...