The location Cole led us to sat on genuinely neutral ground, an old rail yard equidistant between Ashborn and Hollow Fangs territory, rust colored cargo containers stacked in rows that offered cover in every direction, which made my skin crawl the entire ride there.
He'll have people watching before we even arrive, Ronan said, cutting the engine a quarter mile out, the rest of the group doing the same in careful staggered formation. We go in visible, unarmed hands raised, and let him decide whether curiosity outweighs suspicion.
That's a lot of trust to place in a man who ambushed me on a dark road three weeks ago, I said.
It's not trust, Ronan said. It's calculation. Silas wants information more than he wants another fight right now, especially with Callahan compromised. That gives us
