“Page 580,” Locke murmured, flipping to the final sheet of the false treaty. There, in microscopic script, was the truth: Should the Thorn present himself to the Crown’s justice, all debts of House Lamora shall be considered void, and the city of Emberlain ceded to mercantile rule under the Magisters’ Guild.
“No.” Locke’s grin was thin and sharp as a letter opener. “A better war.”
“We steal the receipt. Then we forge a better one.” Thorn Of Emberlain Epub 580
“You’re doing the face,” said Jean Tannen.
Not literally—not yet. But he held the parchment to the lantern light, watching the wax seals gleam like drops of blood, and felt the familiar itch behind his ribs. The one that said: this is a trap, and you’re going to walk into it smiling. “Page 580,” Locke murmured, flipping to the final
Jean folded his arms. He’d grown a beard since the mess in Lashain—said it made him look less like a killer. It didn’t. “And our part?”
“Five hundred and eighty pages,” Locke said, tapping the treaty. “That’s what this peace costs. Five hundred and eighty pages of lies, exceptions, and secret clauses. The nobles call it the Accord of Golden Threads. I call it a receipt for a murder yet to happen.” “A better war
“What face?”