Chapter 93
Alistair was at the door before Elara finished speaking.
He went out the side, low, scan running its full circuit, the offset catching at his right side the way it always caught and being adjusted for the way it always had to be adjusted. The territory's edge was three minutes' walk at his usual pace. He went faster than that.
Due was a half-step behind him. Silas was not visible, which meant he was already gone in the direction that mattered, the only direction that ever mattered when Silas moved during a problem.
Elara was the only one inside, and she was inside because she was the one with the cleanest political read on whatever was about to walk through the door.
The eastern fence line was a low stone perimeter that Sun Harvest had built in three weeks and had not bothered to make taller because the perimeter was not meant to keep things out. It was meant to mark where the territory began.
A figure was standing at the perimeter, alone.
