Chapter 47: Visiting Ogden Cove

I didn't want to ask what it said; I was much too disgusted already.

My eyes followed him as Reynard placed the letter on a haystack by the blood spill and then carefully stepped over the splashes as he approached me. 

"What happens now?" I whispered, my eyes occasionally going towards the large doors, checking if anyone had sneaked up on us. Though it seemed that no one was in here but us. 

"Now," Reynard said confidently, "we leave through the back door and never talk of this again."

So we did. Reynard guided me towards the back of the warehouse where there was, in fact, another door through which we slipped out like fugitives.

"Reynard, I can't go back to Faustine's now," I said when we were away from the eyes of the watchful guards. "Wherever else should I stay?" 

Reynard scratched his head in deep thought and pulled out the familiar piece of paper.