Kai’s wife set aside her laptop and stood up, offering me her hand. “Nikova Mori, but everyone calls me Banks.” “Banks,” I repeated. But then I remembered. “Nikova,” I said to myself. And then to her, “Nik? You’re Damon’s sister?” She looked surprised, nodding. “That’s right.” And then Rika chimed in again. “And so am I, actually.” Huh? But she waved me off. “It’s a long story. We’ll explain later.” She and Banks weren’t related, though, were they? Or else that train thingy was a whole lot weirder now.
