They had been in the counting loft longer than any of them were comfortable with but the streets below still unsettled enough to make another move risky. From the narrow windows, Lucian could count extra watch patrols on the terrace road and more than a few private runners weaving through lanes that should have been empty by this time of night. The fight on the bridge had made their point. The people were looking for him with purpose.
Sera sat upon an overturned crate her arms wrapped around her knees. "if we sit here too long, someone sells this place out from beneath us."
"if we go before then, we walk into a net that we cannot see," Istra murmured, quieter since her confession but no less careful with her words.
Lucian fastened the cloth around his arm. "then we wait until the first shift change and move with the workers. Blending is finished but crowds still help."
It was then the knock fell.
