Chapter Eight — *Midnight*
They left at midnight.
No headlights on the service road. Caius drove by memory and the thin strip of moonlight coming through the trees. Mara sat in the back with the drive in her pocket and her wolf doing something it had not done before.
It was not pacing.
It was reaching.
Toward the front seat. Toward him. Low and constant and completely indifferent to the fact that she was sitting behind him in the dark trying to think about Renata and files and basement archives.
She pressed her hand flat against her sternum and looked out the window.
Zane turned around from the front.
"When we get inside you tell me what you need and I find it," he said quietly. "You do not go deeper into the archive alone."
"I know the archive better than you do."
"I know you do
