Chapter 7

Mara's POV

Darius had taken my father’s ledger. I had kept the address.

Tamsin wrote it on a slip of paper while the last guests filed out of the hall.

“Black Hollow Treaty Archive,” she 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 eve