Kaden Cross stood in the shadows of the Guild's main hall and watched Solomon pace back and forth in front of the fireplace like a caged animal.
The longer Solomon paced, the more dangerous the air in the room became.
The other assassins had scattered hours ago because no one wanted to be around when Solomon's patience finally snapped and Kaden didn't blame them, but he also couldn't leave because he needed to know what Solomon was planning to do about Raven.
It had been days since the deadline passed and there had been no word from Raven. No confirmation that the princess was dead. Solomon's mood had grown darker with each passing hour.
Kaden had tried to tell himself that Raven was fine and that she was just being careful, but he knew better because Raven always sent word when a c
