Later in the evening, Roland sat on the bed inside the apartment Howard’s servants had dressed for him. Everything he could need was provided, and if he needed anything, a savant was one call away.
Despite all of it, the words Howard said in the dining hall cut too deep. Not because of himself, but because of his family, because they had substance, they dared to insult his father.
“I will make sure they pay,” Roland muttered. “All of them.”
Roland heisting, he picked up the note Iris had left in his pocket before leaving. He flipped it open.
I know her name.
Roland stopped cold at the first sentence.
She told me you wanted them out of your life, but the truth is that you needed them, and that was why she had to tell me her name. Nyx Monroe nicknamed the Obsidian ghost. When you’re r
