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Lynk

Reaching behind my shoulder, I felt for my scimitar and smiled. Time to bring more darkness home.

Carefully, I slipped open the front door to the large estate, the wooden dragon knocker thunking as I let it close behind me. Let them hear … it wouldn't do anything to stop what was coming.

Moonlight streamed through the stained glass windows to my right, sending long shadows across the floor. A clock chimed from the stairs in front of me.

Midnight. I'd hoped to make it earlier, but the evidence had been harder to gather than I'd thought.

Light flickered from an open door down the upstairs hall and I crept closer, listening.

The sound of rustling paper lifted my spirits.

I really hated killing sleeping people.

Was it the husband or wife, though? Both were guilty, of course, but I'd prefer to start with him. When Solyn sent us that memory, I'd recognized the servant, and it had taken all day to track down who was in charge. It still made my blood boil to think of how those mages had tortured those creatures. And all for what? To keep their damn magic hidden?

I pressed the door open with the toe of my boot and walked in. A man sat behind a wide wooden desk. Slim wire spectacles rested on his nose, and when he looked up, there was no surprise in his eyes.

"Ah. Lynk, is it? I was expecting you, though I must admit that I'd expected it hours ago."

"I've been making my rounds. You know why I'm here, I take it?"

He nodded, leaning back in his chair. "Please, take a seat."

I quirked my brow and stepped closer, letting my hand surreptitiously drop to the dagger hidden against my thigh. This was not some social visit. So instead, I leaned forward, resting one hand on his desk. "I think not. You've gone places you had no business going, and hurt those you had no business hurting. It ends now."

A slow smile twisted his lips. "Let me tell you a story, Mage."

I stared at him, curious how he knew I was a mage. Had the kid or little thief ratted me out?

"It's about a Druid and a Drake."

My heart dropped. No — he couldn't mean …

It was impossible.

His lips quirked into a satisfied smile, and he motioned again towards the chair.

This time, I sat down.

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