The Price of Protection

MAEVIA

The following evening arrived faster than I expected. Fog rolled across Port City so thick that even the lanterns near the streets looked weak as I climbed into a rented wolf carriage far from the Grimshaw estate.

I kept my hood low and checked the tracker report one last time.

"Jace left his inn twenty minutes ago," the message rune read. "Moving east toward the cliff roads."

I tucked the