![]() ![]() Instead a cold quiet mustiness greeted me. Lifting the pins into alignment, I twisted the tumbler and the door swung open into the kitchen-normally filled with heat and light and the scent of jungle spices. I knelt by the back door and felt for the keyhole and inserted my tension wrench and diamond pick. Without the light from the street lanterns, the darkness pressed around me. I drew in a breath to steady my heart as I approached Bavol Zaltana's home. My pulse skittered and Valek's request that I be very careful flashed through my mind. Vacant or a professional ambush? If I had my magic, there would be no need to guess. ![]() ![]() Not trusting the darkened windows or our intell that they were empty, I looped around to the back alley and waited. The row of Councilor's houses appeared to be deserted. Now the Cartel has "relocated" the Council for their safety to the Greenblade garrison and Bruns and his people have moved into the Council Hall and have declared martial law throughout Sitia. When I'd returned to the Citadel from Ixia two months ago, I'd been arrested and interrogated-back when the Sitian Council ruled Sitia. I stayed in the shadows to avoid detection and lamented the necessity of having to sulk about like a criminal. I ghosted through the quiet Citadel streets. Dawn Study - Study Book 6, Soulfinders Book 3, Chronicles of Ixia Book 9 ![]()
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