George gestured toward the far exit, where another corridor branched off toward what looked like natural light.
"Accommodations have been arranged. You'll be staying at the Ashford Suites—best hotel in the district. Rooms are paid for. Meals are covered. Consider it a small demonstration of how the Guardians treat their people."
He smiled again.
"Get some rest. Your mission briefing is tomorrow morning. I suggest you sleep well."
The corridor led them out of the building and into the violet dusk of Planet Morir.
Across the street stood a hotel that could only be described as obscene. White stone facade, climbing ivy that glowed faintly blue, windows taller than doors, a lobby visible through glass walls that sparkled with chandelier light.
Yenna stopped walking.
"That's where we're staying?"
"Appears so," Cassian said.
She looked at Kael. Kael shrugged.
"Guess Lyra wants us comfortable," he said.
They crossed the street.
