"You're too late."
The voice echoed through the archive.
Every instinct told me I knew it.
Not the name.
Not yet.
But the voice.
I'd heard it at Iron Crown.
He had smiled at me.
Asked if I needed anything to eat.
Held a door open for me.
Pretended I belonged.
Now he was somewhere beyond the rows of shelves, hidden by darkness.
Grim stepped in front of me so quickly I barely saw him move.
"Stay behind me."
I tightened my grip on Thomas's journal.
"I'm done hiding."
"I know."
His eyes never left the doorway.
"But let me do my job."
Cal and Hawk spread out, taking cover behind steel filing cabinets.
Mara pulled the Founder's Mark from my hand for only a second before
slipping it into a hidden pocket sewn inside my jacket.
"If anything happens," she whispered, "Protect t
