Page 25 of The Darkening (The Darkening)

“An idiot,” scoffs the grandmotherly one, shaking her mass of curls.

“Do we know it’s a Wardana? Could be one of th-the maintenance folks.”

“Nah, none of them would risk it.”

I cut in. “Where can I find him?”

Im answers. “He shows up at the edge of the gray market, by the square with the well. Usually around midnight.”

“Thanks.”

“Be safe. And if you change your mind about the safe house—”

I stop her. “I won’t.”