The driver drove Bruce toward the palace in silence. The city stretched wide around him—stone, steel, and dust blurring past his window—but his mind wasn’t on the road. It was on the empty bunker. On the letter the lady had left. On the questions he still didn’t have answers to.

Xavier and him parted ways. Although he had asked Bruce if he was going to be good and how he planned on telling the king.

“I’ll figure out something and inform you. Right now I just want to confirm the ...