“And … done.” Ryn Larkenwood snapped the enchanted handcuffs in place onto the elf’s wrists and looked around the casino’s private gaming room for his partner Berian. The room was empty aside from several upturned chairs, a large, cracked poker table, and dozens of playing cards and chips scattered across the carpeted floor. No Berian. Pretentious asshat still hadn’t arrived. “Typical,” Ryn muttered.
He and Berian had been tracking Elis Dei’s activities for the past two weeks. Well, Ryn had been doing a lot of tracking; Berian had been pretending to keep up. It seemed the elf had been using various enchantments to conceal his location, so Vi’s ability to find people—which the Guild still knew nothing about—wasn’t much help, and Ryn had had to go old school with his methods.
But the encha
