Camelot Station ’verse
Morgana programs the order, and when she does her sleeve falls back just enough that Elena can see a curl of gold beneath it. It could be jewelry, of course, but she doesn’t think it is. The daughter or—? question of earlier bubbles up in her mind again, but this time she finishes it prisoner.
- Part 1 of Camelot Station ’verse
She disentangles herself from the wires and says, “Is there any chance the error is here on Camelot?” There’s a thread of metal still wrapped around her wrist, the curl of copper bright against her skin, and he stares at it for a second until she brushes it away and looks back at him.
“That was the first thing we checked,” he says, and she sighs and pushes her safety glasses up over her hair and starts packing her workbag.
- Part 2 of Camelot Station ’verse