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I start to stand, but Sentinel catches the back of my cut and yanks me straight into the chair again.

“And this is why we can’t take him anywhere,” Sentinel jabs. I glare at him, and my elbow catches him in the ribs. “Fucking ow!”

Good.

Raze waits for everyone to shut the fuck up before pointing at me. “Echo followed your roar across Kings’ territory. She found the fracture because of it. She can feel whatever Malgrave left behind inside you, and right now she’s the only person we know who can.”

My hellhound stirs beneath my ribs at the mention of her.

Great.

Even the beast is fucking listening now.

“You work with her,” Raze says. “Figure out what she’s hearing and whether she can tell your power apart from Sentinel’s.” I nod. “Sentinel, you stay with them. Whatever happened in that clearing started with the two of you, so until Scar brings us something back from Savannah, you work from this end.”

Sentinel gives a reluctant nod. “Fine.”

“Wreck and Flux, dig into the Council. Quietly. I want to know who knew Malgrave was coming here before he walked through our gates.”

Wreck’s grin spreads. “That could piss off a lot of important people.”

“Well, then try not to get caught.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Flux chuckles.

Raze ignores him. “Everyone else starts pulling Malgrave’s movements. Fifty years back to start. Places he’s shown up more than once, people he’s dealt with more than once, anything that looks like a pattern.”

Maul lifts his beer. “And if we find him?”

Raze’s face hardens. “Nobody goes near him.” My hand shoots up. “Especially you!”

Fuck you very much.

Sentinel pats my shoulder. “He means that with love.”

I slap his hand away.

“See? He feels it.”

Raze gives us both a look. “We stop reacting and start digging. Scar, Coil, Thorn, you leave for Savannah as soon as you’re ready. Everyone else knows what they’re doing.” He pushes his chair back. “And nobody makes a move on Malgrave without coming through me first.”

His eyes land on me again.

I spread my hands in defense.

Wreck snorts. “He looks offended.”

“Deeply,” Sentinel agrees.

I reach for the nearest beer bottle, and Sentinel gets there first, sliding it out of range.

Prick.

Raze picks up his beer, grinning at me. “Church is done.”

Chairs scrape back, boots hit the floor, and everyone starts heading for the door. Scar is already talking to Coil about Savannah while Thorn pulls out his phone. Wreck catches Flux by the shoulder before he can make it through the door—the words ‘Council records’ following them into the hallway.

For the first time since we sat down, everybody is moving.