LOGINRavena's POVDuchess Marianne's house was different at night.By day it had been all light and polish, grand rooms made to make a visitor feel small. But at this dark hour it was hushed and shadowed, and the servant who let us in did so with the stiff, uneasy manner of a household that had not expected callers and didn't know what to make of two women arriving with a stack of books and four silent guards at their backs.
Ravena's POV I had the manager brought to me in a small stone room at the back of the manor.It was the deep middle of the night by then. I had spent hours over the true books and the contract, and I knew now almost everything the numbers could tell me. What I didn't yet have was the thing numbers can't hold. The intent behind them. And for that, I needed the man who had kept them.They sat him on a stool in the middle of the room, the shop's accountant and manager both, the soft ink-stained man who had come sighing about losses only that morning and now looked as though he had aged ten years in a day. A guard stood at his shoulders. And in the corner a small charcoal stove had been lit at my order, and its coals glowed low and red, and laid across the top of them was a long iron rod, and the tip of it was beginning to take on the colour of the coals.I sat down in the chair across from him and folded my hands, and I let him look at the rod for a while before I said anything."I am
Ravena's POV "You do nothing yet," I said. "You let me tell you exactly how bad, and then you let me tell you how we get you out of it. Both. Because there is a way out, my lady, and I have already started walking us down it."I pulled a chair around and sat close to her, knee to knee, so she could not look away. “A thing like this can’t stay hidden. Cloth wears. It fades, it frays, a lady's fine new silk falls apart after one season and she takes it to another merchant and learns she was sold a cheap fake at a queen's price. And when one of them finds out, they all find out. It will spread through the capital like fire." I met her eyes. "And when it does, when the whole city learns that the shop has been selling counterfeit goods, every customer who was cheated will come pounding on the door demanding their money back, and worse. They will want someone punished. And who do you think they will come for first?"The colour drained from her face. "Me.""You. The largest shareholder. Th
Ravena's POV I heard my mother-in-law before I reached the door.I had only just come back to the manor, my head still full of incense smoke and the quiet of the memorial room, when a maid came running to find me with her face pale. “Lady Vivienne was in the accounting office,” she said, “and she was in a terrible rage, throwing things, and no one dared go near her.”Evander reached the door before I did, but I immediately caught his sleeve."Let me. Go and sit with your friends a while longer. I will see to your mother. This is my kind of trouble, not yours." I gave him a small smile. "You break armies. I break ledgers. Let each of us do what we are good at."He looked at me for a moment, then he brushed his knuckles once against my cheek and let me go. "Call for me if you need me.""I won't need you. But I'll call if I do."With that, I went in.The accounting office was a wreck. The real books had come back from the shop, brought by the trembling accountant under guard exactly as
Ravena's POV When the business of the shop was settled, I went back through the house to the reception hall, and the moment I stepped through the doors they were still there. All of them. Master Thornwell in the good chair by the window with a cup of tea cooling at his elbow. Mira with her boots up on a stool as if she owned the place. Rhea sprawled sideways across a bench with her red hair coming loose. Galen and Imeria and Wynn, deep in some argument about a poem none of them could quote right.
Ravena's POV Suddenly, the accountant came off the chair and down on his knees on the rug so quickly the guard's hand slid off his shoulder, and he pressed his forehead near to the floor."Mercy, my lady. Mercy, I beg you. I am only a hired man, I keep the books I'm told to keep, I swear it on my life. It was never my scheme, none of it, I never took a single coin of it for myself." He was shaking all over. "It was Lady Cressida. It was her order, my lady, hers from the start. She comes to the shop herself, quietly, by the back, and she tells me what to wr
Ravena's POVI turned to Evander, expecting to see understanding or maybe even reassurance. But instead, his face had gone completely still. His jaw was tight, and his eyes suddenly hard."What does my mother want?" he asked, his voice sharp enough to startle the serva
Ravena's POV"I feel nothing," I said simply.And it was true.I felt nothing at all.Their betrayal had drained every last drop of mercy from me. Every last ounce of compassion. I had nothing left to give them. No pity. No sympathy. No regret.Watching Lucien take those lashes had not brought me j
Evander's POVThe border reports were spread across my desk in neat stacks. They contained numbers, casualties, supply lines, and territory markers. I had been staring at them for hours, trying to make sense of what we had gained and what we had lost.Even though the war was over, the work never en
Ravena's POV"I don't know," Evander said quietly. "But I hope he does."The words hung between us for a moment, filled with honesty and doubt.Then he gestured ahead. "Let's go. You need to rest."I followed him until we arrived at a camp, my mind still turning over everything that had happened. T







