Chapter 186

Leaving my boots under the clawfoot bathtub, I snuck down the hallway to Isaac's study, knowing its location from a previous visit here. The night everything had gone to hell.

But I'd climbed out of hell before, hadn't I? I could do it again. And this time I had a war to win.

Slipping inside his office, I flicked on a penlight, half-covering the beam to mute the light. The room smelled faintly of a peppery spice. Search as I might, there were no architectural oddities concealing a hidden space. I shook out every one of the dozen or so books on the shelves and rummaged through the contents of the unlocked drawers, but failed to find a helpful villainous plan written in the blood of his enemies.

A pair of sharp red daggers had somehow appeared in my hands, despite me having no recollection of making them. I tucked them into my leather belt and sat down in Isaac's springy desk chair.