The new text on his knuckles was already fading by the time he reached the stairwell.
Grimm kept pace at his side, her shadow folded into his so tight that anyone watching would see one silhouette moving down the corridor.
She hadn't spoken since the last message appeared but her breathing was wrong, too shallow, the way she got when she was tracking something she couldn't see.
The ink is getting faster, she said through Pack Sense. The first message took seconds to surface. That one was instant.
"I noticed."
It's learning your response time.
Soren didn't answer that because she was right and he didn't have a counter for it yet.
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The sub-basement was cold the way it always was.
Soren unlocked the door with Vesna's key, sat down at the desk. Grimm positioned herself between the door and his chair, facing outward.
The Quill sat in its brass holder. The paper was blank.
