Four words on a screen.
*I know where Sera is.*
I looked at Draven. "Call him back."
"I've been trying since the text came in." He held up the phone — the call screen, spinning, no answer. "He's not picking up."
"Where is he physically?"
"Last known location—" Draven was already typing. "He left the Hold yesterday. His pack vehicle was logged leaving the east gate at—" A pause. "He's been in the west side of Kaelthorn since yesterday evening."
West side.
My side.
"He followed Sera," Zevran said. It was not a question. His voice had the flat quality of a man adding up numbers he should have added sooner.
"Or he followed Crone's people," I said. "Either way, he knew this was going to happen before we did."
Otto appeared at the end of the corridor, slightly out of breath, with the e
