Chapter 239: Strays Must Be Killed
The same time at the Black Market
The afternoon sun cut weakly through the dense smoke that still clung to the ruined alleys of the Black Market. The fires had mostly burned out, leaving blackened ruins and the lingering acrid scent of ash and charred wood. A few columns of smoke twisted skyward, carrying the memories of screams, shouts, and the iron tang of blood.
Tobias—still cloaked in the guise of William—moved through the aftermath with silent precision. His boots stepped lightly over splintered crates and broken planks, his eyes scanning the remnants of chaos. Craig had issued his orders with brutal finality: every witness remaining in the Black Market was to die.
Tobias hated Craig for that. He had thought everything would end immediately after they found Owl's body, but it hadn't. For the whole night and until now, they had continued haunting those in the Black Market.
