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2025-12-24 15:00:53Alaric’s POV
On the first day I waited, I was still certain it was only a matter of time.
Ben was probably arranging the schedule. Cassandra must have needed space. I gave her that—like I should have done long ago. By the second day, that certainty began to crack. By the third, I stopped counting hours and started counting mistakes.
My study turned hostile again. Maps, files, and reports piled up, but my thoughts circled a single name. Cassandra. And another face I should have protected above all else—Iris.
“No news?” I asked without looking up when Russel entered with a thick folder.
“Not yet,” he replied carefully. “Ben said Miss Cassandra asked for time.”
I gave a short nod. “Go on.”
Russel opened the folder. “The old case… every trail leads back to Lyra. Witnesses were fabricated. Evidence twisted. Quiet payments routed through Vania. E
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