“I knew you would come back,” Flint said with a small smile. He had been waiting in the alley for hours, sitting quietly on an old wooden box. The wind was cool, but he didn’t move. He was waiting for her.
“Flint? What are you doing here? Does Freya know?” Adelaide asked, frowning as she saw him standing up. She looked around, confused and a little worried.
“You wanted information, right?” Flint said as he brushed off the dust from his pants. “I’ll give it to you… but only if you agree to something first,” he added.
Adelaide crossed her arms and looked at him sharply.
“What are you talking about, Flint?” she asked.
He stepped closer, standing just in front of her. He leaned toward her and whispered.
“The marked one.”
Adelaide let out a long breath, feeling her head begin to ache.
