The eatery smelled of fried meat and vinegar. The sound of cutlery and loud voices filled the small space.
Sagiel was already halfway through his plate before Lucian sat down. He spoke between mouthfuls. "Been watching her for days. Same routine. Morning rides, lessons, meetings. The duchess is duller than I expected."
Lucian watched him eat. "No changes in schedule? No strange visitors?"
"None," Sagiel said, chewing. "Everything's normal. Or at least what's normal for her. Quiet, predictable, the same people around her. Nothing that looks like trouble."
Lucian leaned back. So she's either careful or clean. Neither option helped him.
He said, "What about the man with the tattoo?"
Sagiel shook his head. "Vanished. Never visited again since that day."
Lucian went silent. The noise of the eatery faded under the weight of his thoughts.
If he's connected to that cult that destroyed Coriel — and I'm certain he is — then he's dangerous.
