The rain had stopped sometime after midnight, but the streets outside still glistened under the faint glow of moonlight.
I woke to the sound of movement—soft, deliberate, the kind that doesn’t belong to someone looking for the latrine. My knife was in my hand before I was fully upright.
Joren was snoring. Mara was curled against her bedroll. Kael’s spot was empty.
I padded toward the faint glow coming from the warehouse door. It was cracked open just enough to let a sliver of silver light spill inside. Outside, Kael was standing in the alley, speaking in low tones to someone I couldn’t see. “…you’re late,” he said, voice tight. “Hard to be punctual when you’re dodging patrols,” came the reply—a man’s voice, rough and slightly mocking.
I shifted to get a better view and spotted him. Tall, lean, wearing a patched coat that had seen better decades. His face was mostly in shadow, but I caught the glint of a scar running from the corner of his mouth to his jaw.Kael handed him something small, wrapped in cloth.
The man unwrapped it, glanced inside, and whistled low. “You’ve been busy.” “Keep your voice down,” Kael muttered. “You know,” the man said, “if anyone finds out you’re”… “That’s why no one will,” Kael cut in. I frowned. Secrets were dangerous. In my experience, the bigger the secret, the sharper the knife in your back.
The man tucked the cloth into his coat. “Fine. You’ll get what you need in three days. Same place?” Kael nodded.
The man melted into the shadows like he’d never been there. Kael lingered for a moment, then closed the door carefully. He turned—and froze when he saw me.“How long have you been standing there?” “Long enough,” I said, folding my arms.
His jaw worked, but he didn’t answer. “Who was that?” I asked. “An old contact.” “That’s vague.” “That’s intentional.”
I stared at him for a long moment. “You keep enough secrets, Kael, and one day you’re going to drown in them.” “Not today,” he said, brushing past me.
I didn’t stop him. But I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night, either.