{RIVEN'S POV}
The compass burned in my hand like it was alive, its heartbeat matching mine. Every pulse of light from the glass surface sent a jolt up my arm.
The streets of Heron were crowded as always, vendors shouting, carriages rolling by, guards in silver armor patrolling with that same self-righteous scowl. The capital city hasn't changed much since my last time here. But my mind wasn't focused on any of that. My eyes were fixed on the flickering yellow glow in my palm.
Vivienne's horse came to a halt. "What in the Goddess' name is this?"
She reached up and tore something nailed to a weathered stone wall—a large parchment, fluttering in the air. The ink was still fresh enough to glisten.
"What is it?" Kai asked, squinting.
