Mark by Destiny.
“Not tonight, not at the festival. Tonight is when they think laughter will blind us. We will use it, but on our terms.”
She walked to the hearth and cupped her hands, pulling the heat to her face. The flames reflected in her eyes like polished silver. “Christen must know,” she said. “And Loretta. And the captains we can trust.”
Thorne fell silent, swallowed, and then said, “There is one more thing—” He reached for the small pouch at his belt and drew out a scrap of paper folded into a fine square. “This was the map. He penned his first lines here. He marked where the first theft will occur and where the false banners will fly.”