“We could go in from the Bone-gate in the north.” Raymond walked to me, his hand holding a crisp map. He slammed it on the table, his gaze sharp, running across the lines of the map.

“And then trap them from the outskirts of the forest.” His fingers pointed to a red dot on the map.

“All that isn't necessary,” I said, twirling the dagger. My fingers ran across it, feeling the sharp, cold, glittering edge. “Why don't we do as we have always done?”

I raised my brows, staring ...