Arcadius put his glasses back on. Perhaps it was Rehn’s imagination, but the old man looked moved, saddened. “Where will you go?”
“I don’t know. Back home maybe.”
“I hear Ratibor is lovely this time of year.”
Rehn smirked. “Ratibor is never lovely. I’ll let you know where I am when I find where I’m going. You’ll contact me if needed, right?”
“Of course.”
Rehn knew he wouldn’t-too risky. His contribution to the cause was over. Rehn made his way across the room but hesitated at the door. He looked back at the professor. “There’s a war coming, isn’t there?”
“I’m afraid so.”
“We still have a chance, right?”
“There’s always hope,” Arcadius said, but his tone lacked confidence. The old professor looked out the window as if he could see Royce and Hadrian out there hiding somewhere, buried beneath the snow, and added, “We’ve planted the seeds. All we can do now is wait and see what grows.”
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