The air in the inn is thick with the smell of roasting meat and stale ale. The sound of laughter and chatter is a constant, low hum, a welcome distraction from the tension still coiling in my gut.
Edward.
Who is he? Why does he know my name? And why did he just disappear like that?
It's a question that's been rattling around in my head since we left the docks, a nagging, persistent itch I can't scratch.
I'm so lost in thought that I almost don't notice Roland and Lucas sitting at a table in the corner.
"Well, well, well." Lucas says, a slow, easy smile spreading across his face as we approach. "Look what the cat dragged in. And a little lost kitten, too." He winks at May, who giggles and hides behind my legs.
"You got the map." I say, not bothering with pleasantries.
