Seven faced the Cat and the Reaper by himself. Twelve and Eighty-Eight had offered to accompany him, because they said it was as much their fault as his that the rebel had escaped. Guarding the King was in his care, however, so he turned them down. They’d seemed relieved at that.
“So what if they know which country we’re in?” The Cat waved a dismissive hand. “They’ll never find our facility. It’s well hidden, not to mention buried under three feet of snow.”
“In fact, they’ve shut down all incoming and outgoing flights because of the weather,” the Reaper added with a theatrical shiver. “Too much ice on the wings.”
“That’s why our location is ideal,” the Cat agreed in satisfaction. “We don’t even need to guard it, really. Nature does it for us.”
They must have noticed Seven’s sceptical e
