Clift leans back against the wood that cuts him off the rest of the street. He’d had to replace the door after two different raids, right in the middle of prime drinking hours. The king’s men had bashed it in twice, and after the second time, it had swung loose from its hinges. Smirking, he allows himself a moment of self-congratulation. Two raids and that bastard Langdon still hasn’t managed to lay a finger on the Underground’s stash of Reaping. Clearly someone has flapped loose lips if they know Clift is one to watch, but after Rick—Caden. Clift shakes his head. Makers’ breath, he still hasn’t come ‘round to the idea that his source in the palace had been the thrice-damned prince, but all the better for the people to have a figure to rally around. After Caden had taken his leave of the capital and The Soused Turkey, Clift had had the foresight to relocate most of the Reaping—to carefully scatter the majority of barrels among Underground homes. The idiots Langdon had sent hadn’t noticed anything amiss.
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