She recognized the voice, though it had been months since she had heard it. Samuel Verner. She had heard that he’d taken the street name Twist since their last encounter. She had not recognized him when she had seen him, but that was easily explained by the darkness and distance. From his curse, it was clear that he was not part of the druids’ plan. Verner was a runner, not a mover; his presence meant an unknown faction was involved.