Book 14: Sorting Out Soren

Soren

Blake’s suite, essentially a private apartment within the castle, is on the far eastern side of the palace. His view is of the more rural, affluent neighborhoods of Moonrise and the thick forest beyond–quieter and more secluded compared to Maeve’s suite overlooking the lake and city center.

I take in the gray walls and modern furniture before turning to the man sipping a glass of scotch as the sun fades from view, the sunset broken by dark clouds promising another snowstorm, but it’s warmer today. Humid. I can almost taste the rain on the horizon.

It’s nearly spring.

I hope it’s a good summer.

Maeve stares Blake down from the far side of the room, her eyes briefly flicking to mine before she clears her throat, “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” She taps her foot impatiently, but Blake just looks her up and down before turning to me.

“Patton didn’t have a tracker in his upper arm like you did. Misty checked. He’s c