Caius Vrel.
He picked up his phone. Called the Vrel pack contact he'd been maintaining since the first week, the one that had let him trace Hew's movements and flag the compound infiltration. Waited. Got an answer.
"Where is Caius Vrel," he said.
He listened.
He thanked the contact and hung up.
He looked at his phone for a moment. Then at the table. Then at Neva, across the room.
She caught his eye. She read his expression, the way she read most of his expressions — accurately and without being told what the language meant, which he still found remarkable even after weeks of witnessing it.
"He's already in Ashveil," she said. Not a question.
"He arrived this morning," Mitch said. "Bena told him what was happening. He came." He paused. "He's been waiting outside the compound gate fo
