"You're overthinking the impossible," Mayor Pascal said with a frown, waving off his subordinate's concerns. But as his gaze drifted to his darkened house, his head tilted slightly. "Has everyone gone to sleep already?"
"But Mayor," the woman protested urgently. It was Agnes, the same innkeeper who had let Cassius inside earlier. Her face still held the purplish blue bruise underneath her eyes, looking even more ghastly under the moonlight, the swelling casting stark shadows over her cheekbones. "Something isn't right with those new guests. We should look into them more carefully before it's too late."
