Violet asked, "What do you think we should do, Micah?"
Micah's expression was thoughtful, his eyes half-lidded like he was weighing too many things at once. "For now," he said, "I'll try looking into the presidential candidates and flagging down whoever Father is sponsoring. But knowing Angus, he'll be careful. He doesn't make mistakes unless his ego blinds him, and that day we met, I think it did. Good thing about confidence, it makes people slip."
He shifted, straightening his jacket as though signaling the conversation was over. "That'll be all for now. I'll keep in touch. Should you ever need my help, don't hesitate to ask."
Almost immediately, the words tumbled out of Violet's lips. "About that, I need your help with something."
Micah's brows rose. "What is it?"
Her throat tightened, but she forced it out. "I don't think Alaric is safe. We plan to go rescue him tomorrow."
