It was a given. Any time he made a public appearance, people flocked to him. Whether or not these humans knew it, they had the same origin as the mortals on Earth, and some part of them longed for his ethereal light.But even that anticipation didn’t begin to match the reality that faced him when he arrived in his limousine to help prepare for the gallery event. It was still hours before the doors would open, and the entire block was packed by milling bodies.The limousine came to a dead stop, unable to creep forward through the crowd.“Sorry for the delay, sir,” said the driver, peering at him through the tinted window. “Let me make some calls.”“No hurry,” Nash said, trying to restrain his annoyance.There weren’t many humans in the Haven, relative to the numbers on Earth—a half a million at most. Yet most of them appeared to have turned out for the event. It was even worse than the Marut University catastrophe had been. Stepping out of the vehicle would have been like begging to get mobbed, so Nash simply waited until the security team reached the vehicle and forced people to make a path.His limousine inched forward.
