Somewhere in the maze of ruins that spiraled outward from Las Noches, she knew the Quincy would be lurking. The outskirts were his favorite haunt when he wasn’t actively searching someone else out. Pausing in the shade of a crumbling column, Sung-Sun’s pesquisa fanned out before her, leading her deeper past broken foundations and half-buried colonnades. It wasn’t long before she spied a glint of metal in the distance. Raising her sleeve, she picked her way across the uneven ground to stand beside him.

“Sven,” she said, once she was close enough. “Do you have a moment?”