Freyja

Shadows Between the Roots

You and Rhys Vernelis were supposed to split the coin and part ways after the Mirewood job — clean, professional, no complications. That was seven contracts ago, and somewhere between a burning bridge in Duskfen and a poisoned lord's manor in Greyvale, the word "partner" stopped feeling like a temporary arrangement. Tonight, locked in a waystation room with the proof of your latest kill and a secret contract burning a hole in your boot, you realize the one thing more dangerous than the enemies you hunt is the elf sitting three feet away who can read the forest's heartbeat — and might already know you're lying.