[OTA] One Last Thing
He'd surrendered all of his duties in the Hearts, and his boxes had been packed - some of them already moved to the apartment his grandfather had ordered vacated in Spade Castle, near the other Novaks. For all that he had another week and some days before he and Maddox Hobbs met at the appointed place, he was pretty much not a Heart anymore. Of course, he'd pretty much never entirely been one.
Still, there was one last duty to fulfill before he left for good.
Victor Fox might not have been interested in talking about why he was surrendering the sword, but the other Suits had been willing to talk. It hadn't even been that hard to just step into Blythe's office and ask her, quietly, if there was something going on with the artifacts. And the Cup had been in his possession, one of the last things left in his rooms.
The basement archives were still dusty, and they'd never put together that museum that Ceiro had wanted, he thought as he went down the steps, lighting a lamp. He wasn't even entirely sure this would work. But he could do this one last thing for the Hearts, he thought.
Before he left them.
Still, there was one last duty to fulfill before he left for good.
Victor Fox might not have been interested in talking about why he was surrendering the sword, but the other Suits had been willing to talk. It hadn't even been that hard to just step into Blythe's office and ask her, quietly, if there was something going on with the artifacts. And the Cup had been in his possession, one of the last things left in his rooms.
The basement archives were still dusty, and they'd never put together that museum that Ceiro had wanted, he thought as he went down the steps, lighting a lamp. He wasn't even entirely sure this would work. But he could do this one last thing for the Hearts, he thought.
Before he left them.