"Were you able to see their faces?" Dean instantly knew who she meant, and the image of slit throats made him go pale.
Grace didn't rush him, she waited patiently for him to gather himself though her fist clenched with suppressed rage.
"No. Their faces were hidden under their hoods." Dean responded in a shaky voice, still affected by his colleague's deaths.
Grace released a tense breath, her heart cooling with disappointment. She had no doubt the noble clans were behind it.
"May their souls dwell in peace," Grace murmured, the words genuine—but sympathy would have to wait. The city was littered with bodies, and someone had to take control.
"Dispatch three-speed users to inform all lower administrators. The corpses must be cleared from the city immediately," Grace said as she reached for fur parchments and her personal seal.
Hopefully, someone in the other cities had taken command and mirrored her actions—if not, the chaos would only deepen.
