[KAEL — POV]
He had not slept, which was not unusual, and had spent the hours before dawn reviewing what he knew, which was both more and less than he needed.
The safe house he'd established in Veyrath's warehouse district was three rooms and a reinforced door—modest by any measure, but modest was sometimes the advantage. He had sent three messages in the hours since the Carnelian Club: one to his intelligence officer in the Noctis Court, one to his secondary contact in the Ash Market, and one to an address that he held in reserve for situations he classified as requiring careful handling, which was a euphemism he'd developed sometime in his third century for situations where standard procedure was no longer adequate.
He sat at the single table in the main room and thought about Sera Vo
