Chapter 17
The Betrayer
Evra found the library easily enough. The stretch of the broad double doors belied a behemoth within, but what greeted him was a starkly decorated room. The expected shelves and books were there but crowded into a shadowed corner, away from the muted light of the tall windows.
This room instead seemed to be an homage to Frosts of the past. Portraits taller than Evra stretched along the walls, men and women alike judging him from their eternal perches. He recognized Steward Oswin at the end of the line, a blank space beside him waiting for Thorn.
Whatever the answer, it isn’t here. Not anymore.
Meira’s words hadn’t left him. He wished she wasn’t so single-minded because he needed guidance, now more than ever. But she was incapable of the objectivity needed for t
