The Supreme woke to the sound of his gate chain running and a baker asking how much longer it took a man to die. He tried to lift his head off the blanket. Pain shot through his jaw, and one of his generals put a hand under his neck to keep him from hitting the floor of the upstairs sickroom.
"Where's Felicity?" he asked. The words sounded wrong around the blood and the swelling. He took the pad the general offered and put it to his mouth himself. He didn't care to have these men remember him lying on his back while an underling wiped his chin.
"She left through the outer gate with Snow Team. The biggest group is already past the rise. Nobody pursued her."
