Garrick’s face had gone rigid enough that I braced for the worst before I’d even read a single word, and when he finally turned the phone around, the message glowing there felt, somehow, worse than any threat could have.
Good. There’s a locked room in the eastern archive wing that Callum sealed before his capture. We need what’s inside. Bring it to the old mill road, second bridge, at the next new moon. Come alone, or don’t come at all.
“The eastern archive wing,” Maren repeated, something pale moving across her face. “That room’s been sealed for years. I always assumed it was structural, water damage, something ordinary. Callum never let anyone near it, myself included.”
“Which means whatever’s inside is important enough that even his own archivist wasn’t trusted with it.” Odile’s voic
