Chapter 7

Mara's POV

My father's ledger contained fourteen years of lies and one useful address.

BHTA — W3 — 19.

"Black Hollow Treaty Archive," Tamsin said. "Western tower, third level."

"Nineteen can't be a shelf number," Ronan replied. "Each level only has twelve."

"It is a founder storage designation." The unfamiliar voice came from the doorway.

Two guards brought in a thin, white-eyed man with iron-gray hair. His wrists were no longer chained, but a black restraint band circled one arm.

Soren inclined his head to me. "Mara Voss. We continue meeting under unusually poor circumstances."

"You remember me?"

"I remember everyone the Concord wanted forgotten."<