Voss sat on a cot against the wall, her silver hand resting on her knee. The glow was faint now—she'd learned to suppress it, to keep the power quiet when she needed to hide. Outside, the city hummed with traffic and voices. No one knew she was here. No one would look.
She'd been free for weeks.
The prison break had given her a head start, but she didn't run far. Running was for people who had somewhere to go. She had nowhere. Just a list of names and a hunger she couldn't shake.
Valentine's name sat at the top.
She'd been watching him since her escape. Not every day—that would be suicide—but enough to learn his patterns. His supply lines ran through old demon tunnels beneath the city. His lieutenants met in neutral zones, always at night, always with guards. His coalition was larger than anyone in the Ashen Guard suspected.
Voss knew because she used to be part of it.
