Chapter Eight
I am already moving before she finishes the sentence.
"How do you know," I say into the phone. Corridor. Moving fast. Trying to remember the compound layout from three years ago, where Caden would be at this hour.
"Because I have had eyes inside Blackmoon territory since before you arrived," my grandmother says. Her voice is steady in a way that tells me this is not the first crisis she has navigated from a distance. "Six men. They came through the eastern border on foot forty minutes ago. They are dressed as contractors. They are not contractors."
"Where in the compound."
"Two near the main hall. Two in the outer yard. Two unaccounted for."
Unaccounted for is the worst answer she could have given me.
"I need to go," I say.
"I know. Sara." A pause, weighted and brief.
