Lord Rowe sat hunched over his desk, light spilling across the report laid open before him.
The ink was still fresh from his scribes, but it told him nothing he had not already confirmed with his own eyes.
He had bent over Bruno's corpse himself, and examined the ruined veins and warped flesh.
It was undeniable. It was the same taint. The same wretched signature as Juniper's.
Whoever was behind it had not just struck once. They'd struck again, right under his nose.
His rage burned cold in his chest, and he clenched his fists, reading through the report.
Luckily, this time, there was more.
The few witnesses they found in the aftermath spoke of a young man in a dark leather cloak who had fought and killed Bruno.
Some claimed he fought like a seasoned warrior, and others said he was a mage, and used powerful spells.
Either way, it meant a new player had entered the board, and whether ally or enemy, he had trespassed into Rowe's hunt.
