C4 WHAT ISOLDE KNOWS

She peeled another turnip, this time the blade slipped and nicked the edge of her thumb: a small cut, a bead of blood. She pressed it against her apron and kept working.

Behind her, through three walls and two floors and the full width of the pack hall, she could feel the exact location of Soren Blackwood like a compass needle pointing north.

She didn't know how she knew where he was