Far across the Raven Woods of Babels Tower's First Floor, Lord Atticus Ingleblade, powerful arms folded across his chest, his poised silver blue eyes narrowing across his spy on one knee, was unamused by the news he had just received. It had all been nonsense—complete and utter drivel.
A Third Circle capable of flight.
The mere image alone almost brought a smile to his lips. It might have been if he hadn't been aware that his thralls could not lie.
Coldness slithered through his eyes, glinting venomously, as the runic tattoos laced across the left side of his cheek and running down his neck glowed.
Keiran, lying leaning across a nearby tree, raised his head, flipping the dagger in his hand and catching it with the other. "And you said it was the woman by his side that allowed him flight, right?"
The hooded spy nodded. "Yes. According to the Identification Orb. Her name is Syris. However, her status and skills remained hidden, even from the orb."
