We moved Rowan to a secured room within the estate itself, too weakened from months of captivity to travel far, his wrists still raw where the restraints had bitten into skin for what he estimated had been closer to five months than four, time having blurred together in whatever windowless space Callahan's people had kept him confined to. Mabel worked quickly to stabilize him, feeding him something warm and bitter that she promised would help restore strength his body had been denied for far too long, while Ronan, Silas, and I gathered nearby to hear whatever he could tell us about the true scope of the network we were up against.
He never trusted any single lieutenant with the full picture, Rowan explained, voice still rough but steadying with each passing hour of proper food and rest an
