Father was in his office. It felt like a blessing on a day full of curses when I heard his voice calling me in. He was frowning at a pamphlet. “What do you think about—” he began, and then, his gaze sharper, “What’s happened?” “Remember how I swore that I’d never help a prisoner escape their sentence again without asking you first?” “It’s very clear in my mind.” “Well, she’s not sentenced. Or a prisoner, yet. And I am asking.” Taver is growing up and learning his craft, neither of which is easy – particularly when the two combine to force some hard choices. When an old enemy needs his help, Taver must find a balance between law and justice.