With every moment he crouched there staring at her, his eyes wandering over each plane and curve of her body, Eliana felt closer to outright terror. There was a stillness about him—a sense of something horrible lying in wait, tightly coiled—that pressed against her skin like the memory of a bad dream.

For a moment, she lost her nerve.

“What do you want?” she asked.

His smile spread slowly. “Why, Madam Dread, I want you.”

The strange tenderness in his voice sent ice up her spine. “Where is my mother?”

“I haven’t the faintest.”

She scoffed, rolled her eyes. “I didn’t realize Red Crown was in the habit of snatching defenseless women from their beds. Aren’t you people supposed to be heroes? Fighting our oppressors, saving the world from tyranny?”

“Red Crown is not responsible for those abductions.”

“Then who is?”

“A good question. I have my guesses.”

It was pointless to accuse him further. She had long ago ruled out Red Crown’s involvement in the disappearances.

But she could not stop imagining her mother held captive somewhere, alone and afraid, wondering when her daughter would come for her.

Eliana’s eyes grew hot. Her fingers itched for her daggers. “Either kill me,” she said cheerfully, “or untie me so I can cut out your lying tongue.”

“I’ve no interest in doing either of those things.” A smile pulled at his mouth. “I have a proposal for you, but I’d rather not talk about it here, in case whoever took your mother decides to return. What say we take our secrets elsewhere, little Dread?”

Little? The moment she had the chance, she would knock him on his ass.

“Are you mad?” she snapped.

“Many have wondered.” He curled two fingers under her chin, made her look at him. His touch jolted her; she forced herself to lean into his hand.

“I hunt people like you,” she told him with a slight, hard smirk.

“Yes, and you do a fine job of it.” All humor in his voice died. “Tell me, Madam Dread: If I pledge that I will help you find your mother, in exchange for your assistance, will you join me?”

Eliana tried to read him and could find nothing to go on. Join him? A ludicrous thought. She could not possibly trust him.

And yet, if she refused him, if he fled the city and she went to Lord Arkelion empty-handed, what then?

She longed to shut her eyes and have a moment alone to think. Mother, I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry. I’m coming as soon as I can. I’ll find you. I swear it.

“I leave this city tomorrow,” the Wolf continued, “and you might just get the shit kicked out of you for letting me slip through your fingers. So you can join me or not, but either way, you won’t catch me.” A small smile. “You want to find your mother, yes? Wouldn’t it be smarter to do it with help?”

Her thoughts scrambled and raced. “Goodness me, what a night. The famous Wolf, needing help from a girl—”

“My mission begins tomorrow evening. Do we have a bargain or not?”

“Tomorrow is His Lordship’s naming day. There’s a fete at the palace.”

“What a happy coincidence.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Only tomorrow night?”

“No. Our mission will be longer.”

“How much longer?”

“I cannot say.”

“Or you will not.”

“Those are my terms. Do you accept?”

Her wound-up nerves felt ready to detonate. She managed a disinterested sort of sneer. “Why me?”

“You know the palace. You’ll make it easier to get inside.”

“And after that? Why bring me with you?”

“Because I need to move fast, and I need another killer on my side. Someone as good as I am.”

“Or better.”

“She says, bound on the floor.”

“You pulled a gun on me. I would have beaten you, otherwise.”

“Perhaps.”

“Must be quite an important mission,” she continued mockingly, “and yet you would risk trusting me.”

“I’m gambling that you won’t risk losing your mother,” he replied.

The Wolf had her there. And judging by the look on his face, he knew it.

“And if I don’t accept this bargain?”

“Then I will leave and never see you again, and you’ll go on about your life here, if you can call it that. Unless they kill you for failing to capture me.”

Eliana stayed silent to see what he would do.

After a moment, he untied her wrists, discarded the bindings, and stood. “Well?”

She calculated how long it would take to kick him, send him staggering, grab his revolver, and shoot. She’d never used a gun—they were rare, expensive, and she never let herself spend the money on them—but pulling a trigger seemed simple enough.

Five seconds. Perhaps six.

She could do it. She rose.

And then she saw Harkan.

He was coming in from the kitchen, his body dipped in shadow, his favorite dagger in hand. Behind him, Remy watched tensely from the kitchen.

Harkan’s gaze found hers, held firm. I’ve got you.

“I’ll help you,” she told the Wolf slowly, “but only if I can take my brother with me.”

Remy’s eyes widened.

“The little baker’s boy?” The Wolf frowned. “You can’t be serious.”

Eliana kept her face blank. Just how much did he know about her? “I assume we’re stealing something from the palace, then delivering it somewhere. Some piece of intelligence? Wherever we’re taking it afterward, Remy will come. You’ll get him safe passage to Astavar and do nothing to harm him. Or we’ve no deal.”

He glared at her. “That wasn’t my offer.”

“Yes or no, Wolf.”

He tilted his head. His eyes caught the moonlight and made him look like something from one of Remy’s more fanciful tales—a night creature, made of secrets and sharp edges. An Empire monster for the Sun Queen to slay. “Only those who are frightened of me call me that. And you aren’t frightened of me. Are you?”

Harkan approached through the shadows—one step, two steps.