Kane crossed the yard at a dead run before Senna finished the sentence.
"Where is she," he said.
"Grain store. Ottilie's people are watching her, but she came unarmed, hands open the whole way in."
Talyn was already ahead of him, pushing through the grain store door before Kane caught up. Inside, a woman sat at the table, road dust on her clothes, hands folded in front of her, calm despite two coalition fighters standing close with blades ready.
"You're the messenger," Kane said.
"I'm not a messenger," the woman said. "I'm Fira Blackwood."
Talyn stopped cold in the doorway. "You came yourself."
"Letters can be intercepted," Fira said. "This couldn't wait for another one, and I wasn't going to trust it to someone else's hands." She studied Talyn for a long moment. "You look like him.
