Chapter 813
- “No,” Tedmond said. The word carried the weight of a mountain.
- “No?” Lorenzo stammered, his glass pausing halfway to his lips. “But... it’s the key, Tedmond. It’s the Architect. Your white whale. Surely you aren't going to let it slip away for a pittance?”
- Tedmond’s head snapped toward Lorenzo, his eyes narrowing into razor-thin slits of ice.