HER DAUGHTER'S REJECTED MATE
But as I entered, she straightened, her sharp eyes flicking toward me.
“We need to talk,” she murmured, voice low, as the others filed out.
Within moments, the chamber emptied, save for Marrow, Renly at the door, and me.
Marrow motioned me closer. She slid a small leather ledger across the table. The cover was plain and worn, with a faint sigil burned into the corner — the crescent fang of the Nightfang mercenaries.
“What is this?” I asked softly.
Marrow’s mouth tightened. “A ledger. Payments. Coded drops to mercenary bands we thought disbanded years ago.”
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