Khai's pov
The woods outside Paul's space were darker than I was used to, the tree cover thicker, the kind of place that absorbed sound and held it. Paul's men had marked the site with stakes and rope, a rough perimeter around the area where the three bodies had been found, and two of his senior warriors stood at the edge of it waiting for us.
I stepped inside and let my senses open up the way I always did at a scene, pushing everything else back and letting the information come in on its own terms rather than reaching for it.
The bodies had been moved since they were found, taken for examination by Paul's people, but the ground still held everything that had happened here. The impressions in the soil, the broken undergrowth, the residue of violence that a scene carries long after the
