The Dark at the End

Rasalom frowned. The Heir was absent. He had expected him there, wanted him there - needed him there.

The woman had just said he wanted another look at the sigil. Why? Did he suspect the truth? But how could he?

This was not going as planned. Rasalom had expected the woman, the one studying the Compendium of Srem, to be the problem. If anyone would have noticed inconsistencies, it should have been she. These electronic countermeasures had been put in place to block communication from her.

Rasalom was suddenly glad he'd had the foresight to order Drexler to remove the sigil from the Lodge. The question was, where was the Heir now? With the sigil gone, what could he be doing?