Alaric
I met Reid at my office door before he'd even finished knocking, Bear a step behind him, and one look at both their faces told me whatever they'd come to deliver wasn't going to let any of us sleep easy tonight.
"Danny said someone's been feeding information to Blackfang's remaining network," Reid said, breathless, clearly having run most of the way from the medical tent. "A woman named Sable — ran Vance's intelligence operation. She's the one who apparently wanted eyes inside this club specifically. Danny implied it might have started before Marlowe's identity ever became public."
*[Careful,]* Rook said, immediate, sharp. *[If that's true, somebody close to us has been talking for longer than we realized.]*
*I know.*
"Where's Danny now," I asked.
"Unconscious. Preacher's moni
