"Describe him," Logan said, forcing strength into his voice despite the poison still working through his system. "The man who delivered the poison and the sealed instruction. What did he look like?"
The bound attacker hesitated, glancing nervously toward the tent entrance as though fearing someone might overhear his answer even here. "I never saw his face directly," he admitted. "He kept himself hooded throughout our single meeting, spoke little beyond necessary instruction."
"Then what can you tell us?" Elena pressed.
"His hands," the attacker said slowly, working to recall details through evident fear. "He wore a ring, distinctive enough that I noticed it clearly despite his otherwise careful concealment. Dark metal, shaped like a closed eye surrounded by crossed blades."
Logan felt
