Chapter 21: Elliot Refuses the Door

The east corridor was empty at two in the morning, which was not the same as being alone.

Elliot knew this by the time he reached the second fire door. He knew it the way he'd learned to know things at Ashenmoor — not through the Grasp, not yet, but through the plain animal fact of his skin, which had been reading this building for seven weeks and had its own opinions about what the air here meant. The corridor was warmer than it should have been. The kind of warm that has nothing to do with pipes.

He had left Sable and Drift three hours ago.