I felt a tug against my little finger, and I knew my patience had finally borne results.I’d traced tripwires of Night around the warehouse entrances – though no more than that, or I’d risk irritating the wards – so I knew it the moment the door opened even without needing to turn.

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“I’ll take it as a courtesy you tripped the wire at all,” I called out.

Especially given who I was addressing.

“You overpraise me,” the Grey Pilgrim drily replied, stepping into the light.

“There is no point in skulking around allies,” the White Knight pointedly told him before following suit.

Tariq had a way of slipping past any and all measures I wove around myself with Night. He couldn’t fool the Crows, at least, but the Peregrine’s habit of turning up unexpected and without warning was not abated by anything else I could call on. He’d not been anywhere this good at it back around the days of the Graveyard, but then if I could learn about heroes they could most certainly learn about me.

- Book 6, Chapter 48: Hilltop