Flashback ( PDFDrive )

EIGHTEEN
WITH BOTH OF US?” FITZ asked, his brain processing the news way
faster than Sophie’s.
She was too stuck on the irony.
After weeks of her begging for a meeting, Fintan was dropping one
in her lap right when she’d decided that talking to him would waste
time and mess with her head—not to mention the fact that she was
currently stuck on bed rest.
“Yes,” Magnate Leto told him. “In fact, he requested each of you by
name. He also asked that you come alone—but that won’t happen.
Given the attack, and the possibility that the Neverseen still have a
means of tracking you, there’s no way you’re going anywhere near
Fintan without your bodyguards. The Council is hoping that Sandor
would be willing to exclude the other members of your security detail
to keep things simpler. But we’ll figure that out if you decide to
commit to the meeting.”
“Why wouldn’t we?” Fitz asked, glancing at Sophie.
But her mind was focused on a different question: “Why now?”
“That was my first thought as well,” Magnate Leto told her. “And
sadly, the answer is: We don’t know.”
“Do you think it has something to do with the attack?” she
wondered.