Cloak and Dagger (Part 1)
"What the hell are you doing here?" Collin asked as he and Connor approached.
The lanky teenager was visibly nervous. For even as he spoke to me, his eyes darted left and right, searching for unseen eavesdroppers that might have been lurking in shadowy corners.
His brother looked equally tense.
"We can't be seen here talking to these guys, Collin," Connor hissed.
"Why not?" Varda's fingers tapped on her chin. "It's not like we've got a petrificurse on us."
Connor spared Varda a glance and an eye roll before his gaze swept the entrance to the courtyard.
"The Black Hand has eyes and ears everywhere," he finished ominously.
His brother, Collin, handed me a slip of paper.
"Meet us here in an hour," he whispered. "We have some intel for you."
I glanced down at the slip of paper and read the three words written on it.