Page 56 of The Robin on the Oak Throne

Rio slid their fingers over their lips and mimed locking the information away. They ripped out a slip from under the cabinet, scribbled on the paper, and passed it to Kierse. “Go here. Rizz will have what you’re looking for.”

Kierse took the paper and barely mustered the decency to say, “Thank you.”

“Happy hunting,” Rio said with a vicious smile that said they were next on the menu.

Chapter Eighteen

Kierse blew out a long, slow breath as they exited back onto the gloomy streets. “Could that have gone worse?”

Niamh winced. “You could have given them some of your blood.”

“What are they going to do with that information?” Kierse asked Graves.

He said nothing, just stared resignedly forward.

“What wouldyoudo with that information?” she countered.

“He’d sell it to the most advantageous buyer,” Niamh said.

Graves shot her a look. “I was not part of the genocide. And if Rio uses the information, we’ll deal with it.”

Kierse shivered at that. Nothing could be done now, but fuck, the market was worse than she had bargained for. Niamh and Graves had tried to warn her, but she hadn’t anticipatedthis.

“Where are we going now?” Graves asked.

Kierse waited until a troll and shifter, her skin rippling threateningly, had passed them before pulling out the piece of paper.

Vriosa

1901 Main Street

Dublin Nying Market

Rizz’s Oddities

3-1 Xinjiang Rd

Shanghai Nying Market

“I’m guessing that’s Rio’s old address. And now we head to Shanghai?” Kierse said.

Graves plucked the paper out of her hand and scanned it. “I’m familiar with the area. We have to go up one more floor to get to Shanghai,” Graves said. “There’s a way nearby.”

A group of stooped goblins carrying automatic weapons veered around them. A pair of wraiths were crossing the street ahead of them. This area hadn’t been that busy when Vale had dropped them off, and with their luck, it wasn’t a good sign. Time to leave.

“Get us there quickly,” Niamh said.

“Unfortunately, there’s only one reliable way up,” Graves said.

They rounded the corner into a busy intersection, full of glaring billboards and rushing crowds. Graves pointed around the commotion to a line leading to a massive glass elevator.

“We just…ride it up?” she asked uncertainly.

“That’s the idea,” Niamh said.

Nothing at the market had been this easy. From a distance she could see that the line was half full of humans gorging themselves on more goblin fruit as they waited for their turn. But there were just as many monsters of all varieties, halfheartedly grousing about the wait.

“Should we make a plan? Scope it out?”

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