Chapter Twelve
The message on the wall is four words.
Seventy-two hours. Tick tock.
Written in something dark. Not paint. I do not look too long at what it might be. I stand in the doorway of Nora's empty room and I look at those words and something in me goes very, very cold.
Jasper is beside me. His hand finds the back of my neck for one second, the way he used to when we were kids and the world was too loud. Then it drops.
"How," I say. "She was in the inner compound. We locked it last night."
"Someone unlocked it," Jasper says. His voice is flat in the way it gets when he is angry enough that showing it would cost him something he cannot afford to spend right now.
"Someone on the inside."
"Yes."
We look at each other.
There is a traitor in the Blackmoon compound.
I leave the
