Chapter Eleven
THEY MADE LANDFALL in the darkest hours before sunrise. The city did not directly border the Tarnian Sea, and even if it had, it would have been too well guarded to dock there. Instead, Stoan navigated them into a small fishing marina several kilometers north of the city. So early in the morning, the place was abandoned except for one person in dark clothes with a hat that cast their face in shadow. Reina couldn’t read their species, let alone their gender, and she didn’t try.
You can’t lose information you don’t have. Another one of Sanna’s lessons. It was better not to know when you didn’t need it, rather than to know and put fellow operatives at risk.
Already, the horizon behind them was beginning to lighten, and it would be daylight soon. Stoan and the operative excha
