Gabriel's POV
Giovani called me just before sunset. His voice stayed in the same tone it always did, blunt, matter-of-fact, and entirely unbothered, as if this was the same as any other report.
But it wasn't. It was about her.
"She got word. Don't worry. Moonspire Gate, as you said, and she knows you'll arrive by nightfall."
I grunted my acknowledgement, ended the call, and started walking.
The streets around the old wall were half empty at this time of day. Traffic was thin on the roads, which was good, because it meant fewer people to spread the news that I was here. The security lights washed the stone in a dull white that made the carved marks look flat, and I wondered how the packs here had failed to show more reverence for ruins that dated back centuries and tied so
