Elijah's pov
The moon hung low, a sliver of silver in the inky sky, when I finally slipped from my tent. The camp was almost silent, only the occasional snap of a guard’s boot on the wooden plank walkways and the distant murmur of horses shifting in their stalls. I wrapped my cloak tight against the night chill and made my way toward the eastern gate. I’d heard rumors of a hidden message, one of Sebastian’s spies had been careless, and I needed to find it before it could cost us the ambush.
By the lamplight, the wall patrol moved in measured steps. I nodded curtly to each sentry, careful not to draw attention. My boots made no sound on the packed earth. I rounded the corner to the supply stores, where the note had been reported discovered, tacked to the door of the grain granary, half-hi
