Hilly gestured to a table, grabbed a plate, filled it from the stack of sweet cakes next to Amberle and set it front of me. The nausea caused by the odors in the alley transformed into ravenous hunger. I thanked her and dug in as if I hadn’t seen food in days. Somewhat true. Cold road rations didn’t count as real food, and my appetite had been nonexistent between my worry for Leif and the morning sickness the medic had warned me about.
Once I stopped shoveling sweet cakes and took a breath, I realized that in spite of my concern for my brother, I must ensure the baby remained healthy by eating regularly and getting enough sleep.
By the time I’d finished my meal, Janco and Ari arrived in the kitchen from another direction.
“This place is huge.” Janco straddled a bench opposite me.
Ari sat next to me. The wood bowed under his weight and I tipped toward him.
“The horses?” I asked Ari.
“Fine.”
Hilly served them and sat down next to Janco. While they ate, I asked her why only a few remained in the building.
“Oh, there are others,” she said. Her brown eyes sparkled. “Headquarters is never empty. I’m told it’s like a hive with bees flying in and out all day.”
Janco paused. “And if you upset the hive, will you get stung?”
She grinned, showing her teeth. “Oh, yes. Many times.”
“Nice.” He scratched his ear. “But not many people can find this place. There’s magic all around the outside, but thank fate the inside is clean.”
“These are...uncertain times, Master Janco.”
He preened. “Master Janco. Did you hear that, Ari?”
Ari and I ignored him. Instead, I studied the girl. Hilly knew his name, and she was here instead of working the busy market.
“You’re one of Fisk’s information collectors. Aren’t you?” I asked.
Hilly smoothed her skirt. “I just answer the door.”
“Ha.” Janco stabbed a forkful of sweet cakes at her. “Don’t try the innocent act, kitty cat. I invented that act ages ago.”
“Too bad you never could pull it off,” Ari mumbled.
“Zip it, Ari.” And then to Hilly, “I spotted you hiding in the shadows the night we were arrested and again when we left the Citadel a few nights ago.”
She gazed at him. “You’re lying.”
“Navy blue tunic and pants, scuffed black boots and the handle of your dagger is patterned with stars.”
Her mouth gaped for a second, before she pressed her lips together in annoyance—a typical reaction after dealing with Janco.
“Don’t worry about it, kitty cat. You’re good—not as good as me, but no one’s perfect.” He flourished the fork before sticking it in his mouth.
“That ego is going to get you killed someday,” Ari chided.
“Pish.” Janco faced Hilly. “After we were hauled away by the Citadel’s guards, did you return to Fisk or did you wait to see if anyone else watched the spectacle?”
“What would you have done?” she asked.
“Patience isn’t my thing, but a smart spy would stick around and see who the other curious cats are.”
Ah, clever. He phrased it in a way to prod her ego into giving us information.
“I may have seen another...cat slinking away,” she said.
“Oh? Do you know who this cat belongs to?”
“It depends.”
Janco leaned forward. “Depends on what?”
“On how many coins you’re going to give me for the intel.”
“Gotcha,” Ari said.
I laughed at Janco’s sour expression. “How about two silvers for the name?” I asked.
“Six, and I’ll tell you who also watched you leave to find your brother.”
“Three.”
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Deal.” She held out her hand.
I placed four silver coins in her palm.
“The cat returned to a well-dressed man wearing a necklace with a large red jewel. The man was staying in the Council’s guest quarters. He stepped from the back entrance to talk to the cat.”
“Can you describe him?”
“It would be better for you to see him. I can tell you where to find him.”
“For a few more coins?” Janco asked.
“Of course. Feeding everyone in the guild isn’t cheap,” she snapped.
“Well, if it wasn’t for Yelena, you wouldn’t even have a guild,” he shot back.
I held up my hands. “I’m happy to pay. That’s the whole point—to provide services in exchange for payment.” I gestured, indicating the room. “So those without homes and families have food and shelter.” Smiling, I added, “I’d no idea it would expand into a guild, and, for that, you have Fisk to thank.” I handed her two more silvers.
Hilly said, “The man sits in on most of the public Council sessions and he’s staying in number three-oh-six.”
“Do we want to have a look?” Janco asked.
Tempting, but rescuing Leif was my priority. “Let’s talk to Fisk first.”
“What about the person who took an interest in us when we left the Citadel?” Ari asked Hilly.
“It’s the same cat.”
I mulled over her comments. Could the cat be The Mosquito, reporting to Bruns Jewelrose? Then why didn’t the assassin try to kill me when I was locked in a cell? Probably because his prior attempt in the Fulgor jail hadn’t worked. And all he needed was patience. No doubt another opportunity to target me would arise.