Raziel crumpled the poster and let it drop.
Five hundred coins?
That was enough for a family to eat for a whole year.
Enough for every pair of eyes in this city to turn into an enemy.
"We have to move," Odessa spoke first, her hand already on the hilt of her sword. "Now."
"Where to?" Lucian pointed at the street with a wide gesture. "There are posters even on the lampposts and if we go back to St. Celeste they'll arrest him at the gate."
"You aren't going to St. Celeste."
Aerion's voice sounded worn but firm nad everyone turned around.
The Prince had straightened up. He was no longer the broken man who sat on the cot with dead hands between his knees.
"Odessa."
"Your Highness."
"There is a Crown house in the Shipyard District, my mother used it for private meetings before she died. Officially it doesn't exist so take Raziel and Lucian there."
Odessa frowned. "And you?"
"I'm going with you."
