Tyler
I slept for four hours.
Not well. But four hours was more than I'd had in the past two days combined, so I wasn't going to complain about it. I woke up in the guest room at Roland's estate with grey afternoon light coming through the curtains and the kind of heavy stillness that only exists in large old houses.
I lay there for a minute staring at the ceiling.
Gareth Voss.
It had followed me into sleep and it was the first thing there when I woke up. A name. A face I'd probably passed in a league corridor somewhere without knowing who he was. A man who'd spent two years using me as a chess piece in a game I didn't even know I was in.
I got up. Showered. Found my way back to the kitchen.
Roland was at the long table with a laptop open and two people on a video call, speaking in
