Chapter 67
My safe house couldn't outlast me. They stared at one another suspiciously for a moment before Emrys finally got up from his chair and knelt to draw the invisible hilt.
"Who knew we were here?" Thomas muttered.
Emrys said, in a tone that brooked no appeal." Get out of the way," and he made for the door. He pressed his ear against the wood, but was unable to decipher any noises from within. And at last, he opened a door the width for him to peek at that old man.
In the dark hallway, a little boy no more than ten years old stood clutching a sodden envelope in his hand. His eyes widened when he saw Emrys, then the figure behind him.
The boy tried to sound more confident, although his voice was shaking. This they told me to give them.
Emrys crouched to meet the boy in the eyes
