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“Identifier?”

“I don’t know.”

“Think.”

“I am thinking.”

His expression tightened.

I glared. “Very helpful.” I rubbed my forehead. “Something like V-seven... no.”

He went completely still.

I noticed immediately. “What?”

“Continue.”

“That reaction was not normal.”

“Continue.”

I stared at him. Then the memory clicked. Not the whole identifier. Part of it. A prefix.

“VYR.”

Nothing moved in his face. Nothing at all. Which was worse.

I looked from the screen to him. “Veyr.”

His gaze lifted to mine.

“That’s you.”

“No.”

I laughed once. “You are a terrible liar.”

“It may refer to something else.”

“Does it?”

Silence.

I leaned forward. “Sera’n had your name in his comparison set.”

“No.”

“Your identifier, then.”

He stood too fast. The chair legs scraped harshly against the hard floor, the sound echoing farther down the corridor than it should have.

My pulse jumped.

He turned away from me. Not toward the door. Toward the terminal.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Checking something.”