Damien’s pov;
I chose the wrong warehouse on purpose.
Marrow’s map was open on the desk in front of me, the paper worn out from how many times I had folded and unfolded it. He had given me three locations, but two were circled in red. One was hidden and precise, the smart choice. The other was almost sloppy, sitting right on the edge of the industrial district where anyone could find it if they looked hard enough.
Most people would go for the smart choice. Most people would try to be sneaky and look for the real answers.
But I knew Silas. He would be waiting at the smart choice, ready to spring a trap. He would expect me to be clever.
So, I decided to be loud. I chose the lie.
The warehouse was an old, rusted-out hunk of metal on the edge of the city. Rust ran down the sides like dri
