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Tawny ran. She barely felt the stairs underfoot, barely registered the twists and turns of the tunnels as she threw herself through them. She knew the underground city like the back of her hand, knew every passage, every shortcut. And yet—she did not look back. She didn’t dare. The masked man...

Tawny’s breath hitched. The masked man’s words tolled like a death knell in her ears. He was here for the package. Gods, she was in trouble. Grim was going to kill her. If she even survived long enough for him to get his hands on her. The man restraining her growled low in his throat, a fist...

The man’s grip on Tawny tightened as he yanked her flush against his chest, his blade biting into the delicate skin of her throat. She barely had time to react before she felt the sharp sting of metal, a slow bloom of warmth trailing down her neck and she let out a yelp. His breathing was harsh...

Tawny ran, her breath coming quick and shallow as she wove through the labyrinthine streets of Othronn, her steps sure despite the uneven stone beneath her feet. The underground city was a maze, a tangle of pathways carved from rock and shadow, but she knew it well, knew every crumbling...

The deepest pits of Othronn were a world apart from the great city of Sharyrdaes above. Here, the walls of the cavern stretched high and uneven, honed from ancient rock, buildings carved into the stone like anthill tunnels. There were no stars, no sun, no sky—only the eerie glow of faint...