Darian didn't move for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice had lost the careful control it usually carried.
"My father found that property eight years ago. Before any of this. Before he owed anyone anything." He raked a hand through his hair. "I thought it was safe because it predates everything. I never considered that predating the debt might mean he'd shown it to the wrong people before he ever needed to hide from them."
"So we're not going," Adrian said. It wasn't a question.
"We're not going." Darian was already moving back toward the driver's seat. "Get in. We need somewhere he's never set foot, which narrows things considerably, because I've spent three years assuming every place I know is compromised the moment he wants it to be."
Lyra climbed back into the car, pho
