Chapter 81 Seven-Thirty

I read Isaure’s card a third time on the Spruce Haven walkway, with the sun on my neck and Aurel’s hand an inch from my elbow, and that was how I found the problem.

“Daylight,” I said.

“I beg your pardon, Miss Marsh?” said Hobbs.

“She says Saturday, in daylight. She doesn’t say when.” I held up m...

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