#Chapter 189: The quiet game

Alexander Kayden traced an imaginary line with his finger, running it between two circled points on the map. “I think there’s a good chance we’ll find their nest in one of these places. Or close to one of them.” He had been feeling a lot better, though I forbade him from participating in outdoor training this week. His neck wound was on the mend, but the weather had been cold and damp and the last thing I needed was for my Beta to get sick with an infection before his injury was completely healed. This gave Kayden more time, anyway, to work on studying and marking up maps of the natural areas that surrounded Blackout Casino. Clearly our enemies were passing their waking nights at the hotel-resort. What we needed to figure out was where they were burying themselves by day. “You taking proper care of that?” I asked Kayden, using my eyes to point at his neck. He stared at me, clearly resisting the impulse to roll his eyes. “Yes.” “When do the stitches come out?” “Actu