Ottilie shoved him through the doorway and kept a hand on his shoulder.
"Talyn Marrow," she said. "Didn't run. Didn't fight. Says he wants to talk to you specifically."
Kane didn't move from where he stood over the map. "Then talk."
Talyn lowered his hands slowly, eyes moving around the room — Reeve, Ottilie, Joren near the door, Senna in the corner with her arms crossed. He looked older than his voice suggested, tired in a way that had nothing to do with the road.
"I've been in Dorian's ranks three years," Talyn said. "Enforcer rank. I've done things the last three months I'm not going to pretend I'm proud of."
"Get to the part where I'm supposed to trust you," Kane said.
"I'm not asking you to trust me. I'm asking you to use what I know." Talyn's jaw tightened. "I know the staging
