My shoulder burned like hell.
Lucien had stitched it up himself. No doctor. No questions. Just his hands, steady and too careful, and the smell of antiseptic cutting through the stale safehouse air.
"Stop moving," he muttered.
"I'm not moving."
"You're glaring at me."
I stopped glaring. Mostly.
Cell three was down. The Black Serpent was at the bottom of the harbor. The collar shipment was in council custody.
One cell left.
Kade dropped a folder on the table and slid it toward me.
"Last one. Code name: Viper's Nest." He tapped the photo inside. "Location was buried deep. This is why."
I looked.
A warehouse. Abandoned. Graffiti-tagged walls, broken skylights, rotting dock planks visible through a collapsed side wall. And in the corner of the frame, barely visible on a support beam
