“Not tonight,” he said softly. “Tonight, we just leave.”
Emily squeezed his neck. “You’re shaking,” she said. dishonored 1
Corvo looked at his hands—the hands that had once held Jessamine as she died. The mark of the Outsider pulsed like a second heartbeat. “Not tonight,” he said softly
He was shaking because for the first time since the Empress fell, he had chosen not to kill. And the mark on his hand had gone quiet, as if even the Outsider was watching to see what he would do next. Corvo looked at his hands—the hands that had
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.
Tonight, he was not here to tempt fate. He was here to save a princess.