“Soule is with us, yes,” Winter replied.
Isidor joined him from the hold. Ilse looked between them. He made a frustrated gesture, running his hand through his hair.
“I feel like I can’t trust my own judgement anymore. I never would have expected this from you two, never. What are you doing?”
“You read the journal, Ilse,” Isidor said.
“I read as far as learning that thing was here,” Ilse ground out.
Ilse had stopped reading it and reacted, as they feared. It was good they got the ban.
Havish and Leet. Winter spotted them, his stomach sinking, Isidor making a disgruntled sound beside him, the captains of The Mockery making their way on the dock toward The Singsong. Winter doubted they had all of it puzzled yet. But two big pieces were about crash into one another.
“She’s not what you
