6
Lincoln
Myla and I slip into the locker room. The place has low ceilings, wooden floors, and walls lined with cubby-style spaces for belongings. The scent of old sweat hangs in the air. Happily, the chamber lies mostly empty. Only a few workers hover around Rufus, but they’re off in a far corner.
Myla and I huddle by the opposite wall. “Aldred is opening the Primeval,” I begin. “It’s beyond belief.”
“Your court was salivating at the idea. You’d think the circus was coming to town.”
I rub my neck and think things through. “We need concrete proof of a threat. It’s the only way to stop this or—in a worst-case scenario—to be fully prepared for protecting Antrum. Sadly, two days isn’t much time to grab that kind of intel.”
“It’s more like one day for me, considering how I have that hug
