Chapter 341: The Funeral Was Written First (2)
The wood groaned as the man's breath left him in a wheezing gasp.
"Stay still," Aegon growled, pinning him with a forearm across the chest.
The driver trembled violently, raising both hands. "I am just a hired driver! The motor-pool master at the south post gave me the rig two hours ago! I do not even know the passenger's name!"
Nyx stepped up beside the wheel without a sound. Her hands moved through the driver's deep coat pockets with practiced speed, then reached up under the cushion of the driver's seat. She came back with a heavy leather purse sealed in red wax and a narrow strip of stiff parchment folded into quarters.
She handed the paper to Lucien.
Lucien unfolded it between two fingers, tilting the sheet toward the gatehouse light. The lines were written in dark red ink.
