“Has Jerome pulled through on any intel?” I asked Sin who shook his head. “Nothing. All he said was that he has the full layout of the compound, the entrance points to the island and the movements of around sixty boats which have recently docked at the island – along with a count of how many Fae departed them. It’s as if he didn’t even try.” I arched a brow, exchanging a look with Ethan who rolled his eyes. “Any chance you have those figures written down?” I asked. Sin sighed. “Your little Wolfy was listening and scribbled a thing or two down,”
