Nyx's POV
Corvin hesitated. Warrick pressed harder with the knife. Blood welled up around the blade.
"The lower levels!" Corvin gasped. "There's a passage behind the wine cellar. I was told to leave the blood at the bottom of the stairs, in a specific alcove. Someone would collect it."
"Who collected it?"
"I don't know. Never stayed to watch. The notes were very clear about that. Leave the blood and go. Never look back. Never ask questions."
Warrick glanced at Kade. "Did you know about this passage?"
Kade shook his head. "The lower levels have been sealed for decades. My father told me there was nothing down there but old storage rooms."
"Apparently someone's been using them." Warrick turned back to Corvin. "How long has this been going on?"
"Six months. Maybe seven."
Six months.
