That’s when I realized that there were five of us seated at the table. Five of us. And six goblets. I turned to Ravyn. But the Captain of the Destriers had gone still, his hand so tight in mine it felt like a vise. Then, mouth twisted in a cruel smile, cloaked in Scythe red and the turquoise light of a Chalice Card, Hauth Rowan took his seat at the end of the table.
yep. a trap
