Together, they headed out—Uva not getting a choice in the matter, even as Henry, Cain's head of guards, led the way.
The sun had dipped below the horizon, dragging its golden glow behind it, yet the sky remained faintly clear. The evening still held a pale afterlight, enough to outline the cars waiting in disciplined rows. They had been prearranged with precision, each one reinforced with armed guards. The sight alone was enough to unnerve anyone. The number of men was so excessive that an outsider, catching even a glimpse of the convoy, would have instantly assumed Cain was preparing for war against another district.
