[Two Weeks Ago — Garrick's POV]
Garrick was returning from the usual Monday meeting.
Every week. He handled deals with black-market suppliers. Making sure the Vipers stayed well stocked.
It had taken longer than normal today. But the business was done.
Normally, Risha would've been with him. Her sharp tongue and scarlet eyes kept people in line. But today, she had stayed behind.
— "Let's see what that new guy does when we are not around"
She had said. Her tone had been calm.
But her eyes told a different story. Watching. Waiting.
Dain Vorsk.
That name had been bothering Garrick for a while now.
The guy was talented. He had helped root out two spies from within their ranks in less than a day.
But something about him didn't sit right.
Garrick didn't have proof. He just had a gut feeling.
And after spending twenty years in the back alleys.
The gutters and the blood-soaked streets of the underworld. Garrick had learned to trust that feeling.
