“Where is Flagg?” he growled.
When he spun around, Isara stood before him with the cloak parted to reveal a sleek black dress underneath. She spread her hands in a placating gesture. “Dead,” she replied and stopped there. If she had intended to say more, she clearly thought better of it.
“And Valeth?”
“Unknown.”
Slade looked down at the floorboards, a blush burning in his cheeks. “With Arin in a holding cell,” he began, “it seems that all the help we"ve acquired recently has become unavailable. A pity.”
Isara tilted her head just enough to allow light from the streetlamp to penetrate her hood. The outline of her face was barely visible. “Shall I join you here? If you wish, I can kill Hunter and Lenai for you. They"ll never see it coming.”
“No,” Slade answered. “Continue your work on
