The following evening, Sabine pushed open the door and stormed into the dimly lit tavern.
“Dammit. Get Dax. Now,” One of Dax’s guards ordered.
A man hastened toward the back rooms, but she ignored him as she scanned the seating areas. Her target was in here somewhere. Dax would take a few minutes to arrive, and it might be enough time to get the information she needed without his interference.
“Sabine? Can I get you a drink?”
She didn’t respond to the bartender’s attempt at distracting her. Instead, she hung up her cloak to allow more freedom of movement. Taking a step down into the main seating area, another one of Dax’s men stepped in front of her.
“Sabine, always good to see you. Are you looking for someone?”
She spared the briefest glance at Javyn. “Which one is Riven?”
Javyn fr
