"An Inquisitor changes everything."
Nyx spoke a dreadful word. Lying on our stomachs in the cold ferns by the road, we watched the column crawl closer. The Inquisitor rode like a statue with his dark helmet visor covering his face. Ten soldiers in black and red flanked him. Their silent, lethal accuracy made the normal King's Guard look like farmers.
"He's not here for the war," Caelan mumbled, and he watched him. "He has a job to do here." A quiet one.
The murder. He was either royal witness or knife.
"We have to move the timeline up," I mumbled as the ghost's frigid logic overcame me. Rowan must be removed immediately before that man reaches the stronghold. Once inside, he'll head to the West Keep. He can kill her instantly.
"And what about our distraction?" "What do you want?" Po
