Chapter 426 Crippling Low Blow

• The Night Alliance's shadow sentries were trash in her eyes, but not this worthless. Letting her catch them that easily could only mean one thing—it was a trap.
• The entrance to the docks—supposed to be a choke point crawling with patrols—looked almost deserted. Crates lay stacked like crooked teeth, shadows yawning between them, and not a single guard tightened the gate. It reeked of a velvet-lined trap.
• Stephanie's gaze sharpened into ice. "Fall back—now." Her voice snapped like a trigger, leaving no room for argument.