Seraphine's POV
Cassian entered in the morning without knocking, dropped a sack and a stapled report on the table, and started talking before the dust even settled.
The escort list had been tampered with by a scribe named Rolan — two gold coins and a full flask had been enough.
The resin on the seal came from a northern merchant.
The boy was already in the cellar, shaking; he would break soon.
If we left before noon, we’d have a name by evening.
Darius only nodded. “We leave. Full gear at the gate.”
He was already arranging the next ten steps in his head. No questions, just orders. I hated that mode, but let it go.
Outside, the wagon was ready, horses bridled. Cassian assigned positions. I was about to step onto the wagon when Darius appeared behind me.
“You’re riding in the wagon
