“Is it true?” Kell’s brow furrowed. “Is what true?” “That you have a piece of Black London?” Kell stiffened. “What are you talking about?” “Is it true?” persisted the prince. “Rhy,” said Kell slowly. “Who told you that?” No one knew, none except those who wanted the stone gone and those who wanted it reclaimed. Rhy shook his head sadly. “What have you brought into our city, Kell? What have you brought upon it?”
