Chase tugged his jacket off as he strode along the Underground tunnel into Sivvyn Quarter. He hadn’t used the tunnels in a while, but a broken stylus meant no access to the faerie paths. It had been careless of him to let the young Lord Farrowtongue close enough to get hold of his stylus. The man had turned out to be stronger than most, which had taken Chase by surprise.
This conflict between Farrowtongue and his cousin needed to end before anyone else got hurt. The two young men were already responsible for the death of a dwarf family that had been caught in the fire at the base of the Bordeon Mountains. It was a miracle the Guild wasn’t involved yet.
Chase reached his door, swung the jacket over one shoulder, and bent slightly as he traced a forefinger over the keyhole, drawing the unl
