Lenora's POV
I met Cassian Moor at the old mill.
He arrived precisely on time, which was its own kind of message. No outriders. No lute. The silk coat had been replaced with something more practical. He had, I thought, decided that performing his charm was less useful than performing his sincerity.
"You came alone," he said.
"As agreed."
We sat on opposite sides of the old mill's workbench. Outside, the spring birds filled the silence agreeably.
"The eastern corridor," he began.
"Before that," I said. "The three names. Kael Mirren and Asha Voss are in Ironbridge custody pending the inquiry's extension. The third—" I watched his face. "Was Elder Renatta. Who you apparently knew about and chose not to tell me."
He was still for a moment. "Renatta was not—"
"Was not a threat to you,"
