The next morning, Mara spread maps and documents across the safehouse's dining table like she was preparing for war.
Which, I guess, she was.
"We need to understand what we're actually dealing with," she said, pulling up data on her tablet. "Veyrith didn't just threaten you for fun. He's confident, that means he thinks his plan is far enough along that you can't stop it."
"Comforting," I muttered, nursing my third cup of coffee, sleep had been difficult after yesterday's encounter. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard Veyrith's voice promising to break me slowly.
Azryth sat beside me, closer than strictly necessary, his hand resting on the table near mine. Through the binding, I felt his lingering anger from yesterday, simmering just beneath his usual control.
"I've been cross-referencing rift locations with historical infernal activity," Henrik said, joining us with his own stack of documents. "And there's a pattern."
