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The Farseers

Author: Kave Derry
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-31 13:36:54

CHAPTER 18

Camryn’s POV

Sterling's safehouse was in the worst part of Sector 5.

The building looked abandoned from outside, its windows boarded up and walls covered in grime and old posters. But when Amon knocked three times, paused, then knocked twice more, a door opened.

"Inside. Quickly," a voice hissed.

We slipped through. The interior was nothing like the exterior suggested. Clean and well-lit, with multiple rooms branching off a central hallway. The man who'd let us in was older, maybe sixty, with scars across his face and hands that marked him as a Hunter.

"Sterling sent word you were coming. I'm Mike," he said, looking us over. "You look like hell."

"We just destroyed House Gold's laboratory," Fabian replied. "Hell seems appropriate."

The man's eyes widened. "You what?"

"Long story," I said, hefting my satchel. "Is there somewhere we can lay all this out?"

He led us to a room with a large table. We emptied our satchels, spreading documents, photographs, and notes across the su
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