LOGINReyes's car turns off Crane Street and disappears and I am standing in the warehouse doorway watching the space where it was when my phone buzzes in my hand.
My father's name on the screen.
I look at it for long enough that Kira, who is behind me at the table, says, "Dante."
I answer it.
"Kastor called me," my father says. "He told me what Juniper brought to him tonight. I need to know what you have."
I step back inside and pull the side door c
The silence in the warehouse was a physical weight, pressing against my eardrums as we waited for the screen to flicker. Sage’s finger remained hovering over the kill switch, her eyes darting between the scrolling red code and the empty message box. Dante stood like a statue beside the door, his hand resting on the hilt of a knife, his entire posture screaming of a man ready to vanish into the shadows at a second’s notice.Then, the ping came.I am coming to you, the message read. I am three blocks away. If you want the transcript of what my mother sent to the Spire tonight, you will open the north loading dock. I’m alone."She’s close," Sage whispered, her face pale in the monitor’s glow. "Dante, if she has a tracker on her, we’re done. The moment she steps inside, this warehouse becomes a lighthouse for every enforcer in the city.""I’ll check her," Dante said, his voice a low vibration. He looked at me, his eyes searching mine for a reason to say no, but I just nodded. We needed wh
In the memory I’d pulled from Leo’s dying mind, Elias had been a shadow given form, a man who moved with a terrifying, calculated stillness before he ended my brother's life. But as Sage scrolled through the public records she’d managed to scrape together, that monster disappeared."He’s a ghost, Kira," Sage whispered, her voice cracking the silence. "I’ve gone through five years of digital footprints. According to the city, Elias Blackwell is a registered librarian in the mid-district. He’s donated to historical societies. He’s attended city council meetings about street lighting and zoning laws. He looks like the kind of man who would apologize for taking up too much space on a sidewalk.""He’s not a librarian," I said. My voice sounded thin to my own ears, like paper being torn. "Leo didn't die because of a librarian. He died because he found the bomb. He died because Elias Blackwell is the head of The Cleansing.""I know that," Sage said, hitting a key with enough force to make th
Dante puts the phone down on the table, the warehouse doing its particular trick of making silence feel larger than it is."He wants us to come back," Dante says."I heard," Kira says."The order is suspended. We would be walking back in under a suspension rather than a full rescission but the enforcement is off, nobody is actively pursuing, and the compound has resources we do not have out here." He looks at her. "It is a legitimate offer.""It is your father's offer," Kira says. "Which is not the same thing as a legitimate offer.""He has never gone back on a suspension before.""He has never had a reason to suspend an order before and then want something from the person the order was against." She is sitting on the edge of the table with her arms crossed, not belligerently, just holding herself together after a long day, and she looks at Dante steadily. "If we walk back into that compound, the suspension is the only thing st
Reyes's car turns off Crane Street and disappears and I am standing in the warehouse doorway watching the space where it was when my phone buzzes in my hand.My father's name on the screen.I look at it for long enough that Kira, who is behind me at the table, says, "Dante."I answer it."Kastor called me," my father says. "He told me what Juniper brought to him tonight. I need to know what you have."I step back inside and pull the side door closed."Everything?" I say."Everything," he says.I sit down on the edge of the table and I tell him everything.I start with the warehouse because it is concrete and present, a building he can locate on a map, and I describe the freight elevator and the second floor and the annotated floor plan of the summit venue with load-bearing points marked in red in handwriting I recognized from seventeen years of birthday cards, and I hear my father breathe in when I say that
Dante is still looking at the face-down page when Reyes picks up the folder and straightens the remaining pages back into it and closes it, and Sage says something to Reyes about the bomb construction timeline on page five and they move to the other end of the table where Sage has her laptop open, and their voices drop into the register of two people working through a technical problem together.Dante looks at me.I pick up my jacket and tilt my head toward the far corner of the warehouse, away from the table, and he follows me and we stand near the east wall where the evening light is coming through the painted-over windows in thin lines at the edges and the harnesses are still on the floor behind us."What did it say," he says.I look at the lines of light on the floor. "The ritual does not kill the Blood Heir."He waits."It binds her to the accumulated power permanently. She becomes a conduit, the power runs through her con
Sage and I come back through the side door and Dante is standing at the far end of the warehouse near the freight elevator with his back to us and his phone pressed to his ear and his free hand flat against the wall beside him. He is not talking, just listening, and his shoulders have the particular set they get when he is receiving information he is not sure what to do with.Sage looks at me. I look at Dante.He says, "Where did you find her?" and then listens again, and then he says, "How long ago?" and listens again, and then he says, "I need to think about whether that's something we can do," and I walk across the warehouse floor toward him and he turns and sees me and I hold my hand out for the phone.He shakes his head.I keep my hand out.He looks at me for a second and then he hands it over with the expression of someone who knows this is a decision they will be revisiting."Who is this?" I say."Reyes," the voic
Randy doesn't say anything until we're back at the elevator.Then, "Who was that?"I grab the edge of the empty dolly and keep wheeling. "Old friend.""Old friend." He repeats it the way people repeat things when they're deciding whether to push. "Grabbed your a
The compound feels different when you're not afraid of it.That's the thing nobody tells you about fear, how thoroughly it rewrites your perception of a place. Every corridor I'd memorized as an escape route, every stairwell I'd catalogued for its blind spots, every door I'd
I move between the cars slowly, hands in my pockets, trying to look like someone who belongs here, which is exactly what Sarah said. Don't search. Browse. Like you're killing time, not committing a felony.Easy for her to say.The vehicles down here are obscene. A Merc
The employee entrance to MediSupply Inc. was exactly as utilitarian as I'd expected, concrete floors, fluorescent lighting, the kind of space designed for function over aesthetics.I approached the check-in desk where a tired-looking manager sat scrolling through a tablet.







