Linus Larrabee Novels & Stories

The other half looked at each other, unsure whether she’d meant me at all, or something older, something none of us had named yet. If someone could reach a prisoner inside Silvercrest’s most guarded cell, poison her without a single guard noticing, and vanish clean, our enemy didn’t need to break in anymore. They were already inside, and they had been for longer than any of us wanted to admit. ⸻ Lucien arrived not long after, a leather case under one arm, weeks of gathered intelligence he’d apparently kept from even his own council, his expression grimmer than I’d seen it since the summit hall. He didn’t address the room.