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"What did you find?" She emptied the pouch onto the bed, there were three smooth black stones and a silver key, a piece of parchment was also flooded underneath. Rynese leaned over her shoulder. "I vote we look at the parchment before we start guessing what mysterious rocks do." "Agreed," Valkyrie said. Zara unfolded it, unlike the last note, this one wasn't written in sentences. It was a rough sketch and a map. The underground tunnels stretched across the page like veins, branching in every direction. Several routes had been crossed out with thick charcoal lines but only one remained untouched. It ended at a circle marked with a single symbol. A crescent moon.

“Good, good, this makes Torin look like the victim of a crazy human girl, it protects the Wright bloodline, but I need a visual, Twyla, a story without a photo does not click on social media, wolves need to see the prey.” “I have a photo, I took it myself last month when I went to that trashy human cafe outside the border,” I smiled, remembering how miserable she looked that day. “She was wearing a stained apron, her hair was greasy, and she was holding a dirty mop. She looks like a total beggar, I am sending it to your terminal right now.” I pulled the phone away from my face for a second. I tapped the screen quickly, finding the hidden image file in my gallery and hitting the send button t

“On our terms.” He drew a narrow tube from inside his cloak, slid free a roll of parchment the size of two fingers. The seal looked like Crescent wax, the ribbon like Crescent twine. Hale had an eye for the small betrayals—the cut of a knot, the wear on a stamp. He had copied them all. “It says what she wants to find,” he murmured. “Tonight, at the spruce. A clear, clean map of the east wall’s blind spots and the hour when their archers change quivers. True enough to taste correct, wrong enough to drown them if they swallow it whole.”

I said. “You have to take my word for it. She is okay and she is alive,” the rogue said. “If you were I, would you believe your own words?” I asked raising a brow. “Okay then,” he said, then removed a phone from his back pocket and showed me the picture of Lucia tied the exact way Tate's picture depicted, and she looked unconscious. I pulled my lashes over my eyes as if I were taking a closer look at the picture while I opened the link to communicate with Dominus.