Ottilie kicked the grain store door open hard enough to rattle the hinges.
"We've got a problem," she said. "Danil Ashcroft. He's talking."
Kane looked up from the table where he'd been reviewing Corvina's departure notes with Brennan and Fira. "Talking to who."
"Guards overheard him," Ottilie said. "He's been shouting through his cell wall to whoever's listening, saying the Concord's remaining leadership already knows about Corvina's visit, and that they're planning to move before any alliance between you and her organization can solidify."
Cassius, present for the review, straightened immediately. "How would the Concord know about a private conversation that happened three days ago."
"I don't know," Ottilie said. "But Danil seemed genuinely confident, not just bluffing to seem impor
