The library was empty when Raziel pushed the door.
The torches cast long shadows against the shelves and Lucian looked up from an anatomy book he wasn't even reading.
"You're late."
"We have a problem." Raziel walked to the back table and dropped a leather bag on the wood.
The contents clinked. "Aerion was captured."
Lucian slammed the book shut. "What?"
Lara was sitting by the window with an open tome on her lap but her eyes locked on Raziel.
"When?"
"Three days ago." Raziel took a folded map out of the bag and spread it on the table. "They have him in the Red Light District."
Lucian stood up so fast the chair screeched against the floor.
"How do you know that?"
"Because I know." Raziel traced a line with his finger over the map, marking streets and alleys. "Seraphina and her people grabbed him when he went looking for his brother."
Lara closed her book. "And you went looking for him alone?"
"I didn't go looking for him." Raziel looked at her. "They told me."
"Who?"
