The hallway was too quiet.Too perfect.Too… fake.I stalked through the east wing like a pissed-off shadow, one hand over the dull throb of pain in my side. Merlin said I should be resting. Ivan said nothing, which somehow made it worse.I needed answers. And I knew exactly who had them.I ducked into one of the side studies, locked the door, and pulled out the secure communicator from my coat. Taped under the lining, right where no nosy vampires—I mean, people—could see it.The red light blinked. One connection to the High Table.My thumb hovered over the dial for two seconds.Then I pressed.Ring.Ring.“Lea. We were wondering when you’d call.” The voice on the other end was calm. Too calm.I recognized it immediately—Harker, one of the high-ranking operators. He had the voice of someone who always knew more than you, and was always a little smug about it.I cut to the chase. “What the hell did you send me into?”Silence.Then: “You’ve completed your missions without
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