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Silas lay on his bed A bitter s worse than the pain in his head was the hole deep inside hirown daily since Mara left He couldn’t focus on anything else He’d had entire conversations with Favian’s ex-reed to He’d even had a visit from Captain Glendor, whom Silas could only assume was after money

He drank ale and nothing else, no water or teas He played through scenario after scenario on how he could leave the city and track down Mara Deep down, he knehatever he tried, he’d be killed, and quickly There were eyes everywhere

He touched his throbbing eyebrow He had a vague recollection of being sick on a wo punched by her He couldn’t quite re Why is this happening to me? Why do I need to be near him so badly? I’ Yet, he completes me He looked around the unke Mara didn’t appear

There was a knock at the door Silas rolled out of bed and opened it The boss-eyed Franco looked back at hih Silas never knehich way Franco looked, he could only assume it was at him rather than the door frame “What is it?”

“So you need to see, boss,” Franco said

“Can’t it wait? I’m busy”

“It’s pretty bad, boss”

Silas followed Franco to a dilapidated warehouse Several of Favian’s ex- around outside What could I possibly ith this shit hole? They stopped their conversations and stood up straight as Silas approached, then followed him in

The room stank of death Silas pulled up his shirt over his nose and heaved There were eight bodies, all lying in pools of black congealed blood, one of them headless The three men closest to the door all had their throats cut, six blades scattered next to the on them for some time

He walked over to the hter, he couldn’t reash in her side Not far away from her was the head from the body in the corner

Franco had followed Silas across the room “What ya think, boss?”

I think there are a thousand other places I’d rather be “I knoho she is Who are the rest of them?”

“Dunno who the other girl is The rest of ’em were Favian’s top boys His closest We reckon it’s another gang et ’em on side, then killed ’em when they said fuck off These were loyal men”

“If that was the case, then ould she be here?” Silas pointed at the arena fighter

Franco shrugged “Fuck knows Favian hated her, I know that”