A hiss escaped through my clenched teeth. Lager's cabin. The man who'd taken everything from me and would kill me without hesitation, whether there were now four fingers on his hand or not.

"How do you know?" I asked in a voice much calmer than I felt.

"I can smell him, for one," Archer said.

That sickly sweet honey scent. Wolves likely smelled it much stronger than I did.

"And for two?"

"There's a child's drawing on the desk ...