THE ARMORER'S LOG
Cassian wiped the smear of blood off his jaw with a damp white cloth. He tossed the rag onto the wooden table and looked up at me, his dark eyes watching my every move.
"You have been standing by that door for ten minutes, Ari," Cassian said, his voice low. "You got the proof against Varn. Why do you still look terrified?"
I kept my hands shoved deep into my coat pockets, feeling the folded parchment with Duke Varn's red wax seal. "Doctor Denmark is running to the Duke right now. Varn will lock down the inner ward."
"Let him try," Cassian said, picking up his sword belt. "My men guard the gates tonight. You are safe in this room."
A loud bang echoed down the outer hallway. A guard’s voice called out through the heavy wood. "Captain! Duke Varn has called an emergency
