The body was still warm when I found it.
I knelt in the alley behind the Warrens' main hall, my hands hovering over the corpse. It was a man, young, his throat cut cleanly from ear to ear. He'd been dead for less than an hour.
The locket burned against my chest. I could feel the anger rising, hot and sharp, but I pushed it down. Anger made you sloppy. Anger got you killed.
"Who is he?" Mira asked, appearing at my side.
"One of Marcus's people. A scout." I searched the body, finding nothing. No identification, no weapons, nothing. "Someone wanted us to find him."
"And they wanted us to know they were watching."
"Yes." I stood up, wiping my hands on my pants. "This is a message."
"From who?"
"I don't know yet." I looked at the body, then at the city beyond. "But I'm going to find out
