Just as Daphne suspected, Zephyr tracked Nereus's blood to Alistair's new estate. Her oldest brother had moved out of the palace to a more secluded location, citing his need for peace and quiet during recovery.
Back then, Daphne didn't suspect anything was wrong; she was simply delighted to have him out of her hair. Now she wished she made more of a fuss. Alistair clearly decided to move to a new location so that he could commit crimes without fear of discovery.
"The smell of blood is very strong, and it's not just Nereus's blood," Zephyr said, nearly gagging at the various metallic scents floating in the air. "Daphne, we're definitely at the right place, but this is dangerous. Are you sure you want to go alone? What if they are waiting to ambush you?"
"They wouldn't be," Daphne said grimly, "because no one expects me to be missing from my own coronation afterparty. Zephyr, fly me over the gates, then go look for Atticus and let him know what happens."
