The tavern had been quiet for exactly twenty-three minutes since Lucian played the recording.
No one had moved much. Cora stood by the window, her hand still on her sword, her eyes fixed on the square below. Mason had stopped cleaning his gun and was just holding it, his knuckles white. Derek sat on the edge of a cot, his staff across his knees, his ghosts hovering closer than before, like they could feel his fear.
Dr. Blackwood had materialized near the door, his translucent face turned toward the wall, listening.
"We should leave," Derek said. "Now."
Cora didn't turn. "And go where?"
"Back to Ashford. We have the recording. That's what we came for."
"That's not all we came for."
Sera looked up from her gun. "What else is there?"
"Voss. She's still out there. If we leave now, we lose her."
Mason shook his head. "We don't even know if she's still in town."
"She was here an hour ago."
"People move."
