The Sunspire And I know the score

a year ago, back at the court, renard might not have believed there was any person who was this stupid, but since then donovan had invited a spy into their ranks and pledged to protect a pack of strangers, so the bar was very low indeed.

but even if there was something going on behind his eyes renard's goal was, in fact, getting people mad at the saints. if they had new information to offer, it was nothing less than they expected the man to know – but they'd given him enough, for now, and they weren't inclined to spell it out like he was a child. if he didn't understand, it would be all the better for renard to attack, and if he did – that was what they were expecting.

they lifted their head and pretended to think, for a long, drawn out moment. her name hadn't mattered at the time, and it still didn't. she was identifiable enough without one. "she had a heart on her forehead." they clicked their teeth together, keeping a casual eye on his face as they smiled. "and a missing eye."