Roseline’s POV
I hired the spy on a Tuesday, in a coffee shop three towns over from Ridgeview. I no longer trusted a single phone line inside my own house.
His name was Halloran. A wiry, unremarkable man. He came recommended by a contact so old I’d nearly forgotten I still had him. He represented a leftover thread from the life I’d lived before Marcus. I told him what I needed in the fewest words possible. A girl. Taken by the Ashen Order wolf hunters. Last seen at the tribunal gathering. Find out what happened to her. Find out if she’s alive.
He came back four days later. The moment I saw his face across the same corner table, I knew whatever he’d found wasn’t going to be gentle.
“The organisation runs a pelt trade out of Greywatch,” he said, keeping his voice low even though the shop
