Anwen

With Nessa’s list in hand and all three of us dressed in plain, heavy clothes, Baz, Castor, and I sneak down into the city proper, through my favorite secret passage so even the guards don’t know we’re gone. My whole body hums with adrenaline. I couldn’t—can’t kill Floyd. Not yet. But this fucking assassin, Dorian? He’s already a bloody smear on the street in my mind.

Castor tips his head to the sky as we emerge into the market, sniffing. I grab the back of ...