Mikandra was still dazed by the time she came back to her work. The book she had been working on lay open on her desk. She sat down and stared at the pages without seeing anything. The columns and figures of the Mirani accounts danced before her eyes. Wherever she turned, there was danger.
She had to get out of here or meet the same fate as Iztho, wherever he was—and the unspeakable answer to that loomed large in her thoughts. Who said he was still alive? Those thugs could easily have killed him. If you wanted to hide a body in Barresh, you only needed to dump it in the marshlands and the fishes would do the rest.
It was simple: Barresh had been sending thugs to guesthouses to round up people with this ability to use them as defence for the Asto-funded stronghold in the city. Think of it
