Thorne Point Of View.

The air in Shadowfang was heavy with the aftermath of discovery. The poisoned rogues had been eliminated, but their deaths were only the first clue in a much larger, more dangerous game. I stood atop the ridge overlooking the forest, my eyes narrowing at the mist curling through the trees. Each shadow, each rustle of leaves, felt like a whisper, a potential signal of the hand that had orchestrated the envoy’s murder.

Cairn stood beside me, silent but alert, as if ...