Gideon finished signing the final decree of the evening and set his pen down on the mahogany desk.
With his official palace duties out of the way, his mind instantly drifted back to his last conversation with Drystan, specifically, the promise to be taken to the exact location where the witch offered the hunter her help.
"So far, I don't even have a name for her," Gideon murmured to himself, leaning back into the leather cushions of his chair and rubbing his temples. "She orchestrates chaos at the capital's border using rogue hunters. And now, the driver who only appears on the full, half, and new moons..."
The pieces of the puzzle were scattered, and none of them fit together cleanly.
He picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts until Caleum's name flashed on the screen. His thumb hovered over the call button, but he stopped himself, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips.
