The rush was incredible.
Zane felt his skin harden. He felt his bones become like iron.
He felt the knowledge of the city—Rivet's intricate, detailed knowledge—ghosting at the edge of his now-expanded mind.
He knew where the safe was located. He knew the codes.
He knew all the secret routes under the Grinders.
He knew the names of the crooked Watch captains.
He knew the subtle, intricate workings of the entire Nail enterprise.
Rivet's body slumped forward, an empty husk in expensive, smoking armour.
Zane stood there for a moment, letting the vast power settle and integrate.
He felt solid. Unbreakable.
"He's dead," Wren said, standing up and dusting herself off. She looked at the body with zero pity, only professional satisfaction. "Good riddance. Now, the gold."
She walked
