“Not tonight,” he said softly. “Tonight, we just leave.”
The Golden Cat was a silk-draped hell of perfumed vapors and captive women. Its patrons were nobles who paid in coin and cruelty. Corvo had learned their names from the Loyalists—Admiral Havelock, the spymaster Pendleton, the inventor Piero. They promised to restore Emily to the throne if Corvo did their bloody work. He didn’t trust them. But he trusted the Lord Regent even less. dishonored 1
Corvo’s grip tightened on his folding blade. “Not tonight,” he said softly
She pulled back, eyes wide. “Can we kill them? The bad men?” Corvo had learned their names from the Loyalists—Admiral
A chokehold. A quiet drag. Two unconscious bodies slumped behind a velvet curtain. He picked the lock on Emily’s door with a hairpin, and when the hinges creaked open, a small figure launched herself at his legs.