Alistair had been looking for Kai for three days.
Not openly—that would have alerted the wrong people. But quietly, through channels that didn't leave traces. The rogue twin had slipped through the Ashen Guard's fingers after the Millfield mission, and Alistair didn't believe in coincidences. If Kai was back, he wanted something. And Alistair intended to find out what before anyone else did.
He found him in the old cemetery behind the Keep.
It was past midnight, the moon hidden behind clouds, the headstones grey and patient. Kai stood by a mausoleum, his hands in his pockets, his pale eyes watching Alistair approach. He didn't look hostile. He didn't look afraid. He looked tired.
"You're hard to find," Alistair said.
"I wasn't hiding."
"You weren't exactly advertising."
Kai's lips twitched. "Fair."
