I looked at Grim.
His face had gone completely still.
Not confused.
Not surprised.
Certain.
He knew the voice.
Every instinct told me to ask who it was.
Instead, I stayed quiet.
Thomas had taught me that people often revealed more
when they believed no one was listening.
Grim leaned close enough that only I could hear him.
"We're changing the plan."
I nodded.
"What is it?"
"We observe."
"No confrontation?"
"Not yet."
Something in his voice made me trust him.
The man who had met me with suspicion at Iron Crown was
gone.
In his place stood someone who had learned patience from
loss.
I realized I had changed, too.
Three weeks ago, I would have demanded answers.
Now...
I wanted proof.
We descended the staircase one careful step at a time.
The concrete grew colder ben
