|Nieves|
“There are only three possible explanations.”
Kairos’ voice was calm but edged with steel, cutting through the heavy silence like a blade. I lifted my gaze to meet his, watching as his sharp eyes swept over the gathered warriors, assessing each one with a quiet intensity.
It had been only a few hours since the failed assassination attempt, and already, Kairos’ investigator had tracked down the assassin’s last known hiding place. The discovery, however, yielded almost nothing—just a scrap of cloth snagged on a low-hanging branch and faint, nearly imperceptible footprints pressed into the damp earth.
Whoever had loosed that arrow meant to kill me was no amateur.
There was something else, too. A scent. Foreign. Lingering in the air, confirming what we had already begun to suspec
