Samnýtt hljóð

*The three days passed in a blur of tense preparation. The invitation, a crisp piece of vellum embossed with Councilman Vorlin's seal, sat on the counter like a sleeping viper. Jane had thrown herself into the logistics with a ferocious, silent efficiency that was a world apart from her earlier frantic energy. This was a military campaign, and Liana was the key terrain to be defended.* *She acquired clothing not through Ethan's shadowy network, but through legitimate Miri tailors—a modest but w