Chapter 64 Prudent

• A cold wind swept through the dark alleyways, biting at Rohan’s face as he and Tyrianne look for any clues that connect the warning note to the sender. Rohan’s fingers tighten around the handle of his pistol, feeling the weight of it as he looks around the streets.
• “Rohan, you’re too tense,” Tyrianne whispers. “You need to stay clear-headed if we are going to find this person.”
• “Easy for you to say,” he mutters. Now that they have one clue to knowing who is sending the letters, he can’t help but get agitated.