LOGIN"Put it down, Marcus."Caius's voice doesn't waver, but I see his hand tighten on the hilt of his blade, weighing distance, weighing risk, weighing a brother he's known his whole life against the small, glinting object raised in his fist."This?" Marcus turns the object slowly, and in the lantern light I finally see it clearly, a flint striker, the kind used to ignite oil soaked kindling fast. "This is insurance, brother. Ashworth's little warehouse is stacked with crates of lamp oil, conveniently positioned beneath every record that might ever implicate either of us. One spark, and six years of careful work disappears before anyone can read a single page.""Including whatever protects your own succession claim," Caius says. "You'd burn your own leverage.""I'd burn everything before I let you parade me through a tribunal," Marcus says, something unhinged edging into his voice now, the careful composure from earlier confrontations finally cracking under whatever pressure the last day
"You are not going alone."I say it before Caius can even finish lowering the letter, and the look he gives me is equal parts exhaustion and a stubbornness I'm already learning to recognize as useless against me."He's threatening to destroy the only physical evidence we have," Caius says. "If I bring guards, he burns it before we're close enough to stop him.""Then we don't bring guards who look like guards." I glance at Dominic, who's already straightening in his chair, some of the fear from earlier replaced by the same sharp purpose I saw in him poring over the ledgers. "We bring people he doesn't expect to be dangerous.""Rowan—""You can't fight me on every decision and expect me to keep trusting your judgment when it matters most," I say, meeting his eyes steadily. "I'm not asking to go in swinging a blade. I'm asking to be part of the plan instead of something you protect from a distance while the actual danger happens without me."Something shifts in his expression, reluctant
"Half the council. Say that again, slower, so I understand exactly how much danger we're actually standing in."Caius's voice is controlled, but I can hear the strain underneath it as we ride back toward the citadel, Reyne's carriage trailing behind ours under guard, the physician sitting stiff and silent across from her."Six names," Reyne says, not flinching from the question. "Three still sitting on the council. Two retired, but with family still holding influence. One, I'm sorry to say, close enough to your own household that you'll find it difficult to hear.""Say it anyway.""Councilman Ashworth isn't acting alone in protecting the forged confession," Reyne says. "He's been receiving payments to maintain that silence from someone inside your own staff, Lord Thorn. Someone with access to your private correspondence for years."I feel the carriage go colder somehow, though nothing about the air has changed. "Who."Reyne hesitates, and for the first time since this confrontation be
"Tell the physician he can turn that carriage around."Caius is already moving toward the sitting room door, and there's a particular calm in his voice I'm starting to recognize as more dangerous than shouting ever could be."You can't simply refuse a sitting councilwoman entry," Selene says, panic edging into her tone. "Not here. Not on my family's land. She'll take it as confirmation of exactly what she suspects.""Let her suspect," I say. "Suspicion isn't proof, and proof is the only thing that's hurt us so far."We meet Reyne in the estate's narrow entryway, her carriage still settling in the drive behind her, a thin, stooped man in physician's robes trailing a half step behind. She takes in the three of us standing shoulder to shoulder, and something flickers across her composed face, quick enough that I almost miss it. Recalculation."Lord Thorn," she says smoothly. "I confess I didn't expect you to accompany your consort on a family visit.""I confess I didn't expect you to cha
"You're not going alone."Caius says it before I've even finished folding the letter, and something in his tone makes clear this isn't a negotiation he intends to lose."She asked for alone specifically.""She also lied to you about your father's death for three years," he says. "Forgive me if her preferences don't carry much weight with me right now.""If I bring guards, if I bring you, she'll shut down the moment we arrive. I know my sister." I catch myself on the possessive, strange and automatic, a dead man's memories supplying certainty about a woman I've known for less than two days in this body. "She's spent her whole life managing appearances. She won't say anything true in front of an audience that makes her look complicit."Caius's jaw tightens, but something in my argument lands, I can see him weighing it even as every protective instinct in him resists. "Then I come disguised. Close enough to reach you if something goes wrong, far enough that she doesn't see me as a threat
"He's not in the cell block. He's not anywhere in the lower levels."The guard delivers the news breathless, and I watch something in Caius's face go taut with a fear that has nothing to do with politics and everything to do with a young man he's only recently begun to trust."Search the servants' passages," Caius orders. "Every one of them. If Marcus took him, he didn't take him far. Not with this many guards doubled since dawn."We move through the lower citadel together, torchlight throwing long shadows across walls that feel colder with every corridor we clear and find empty. My body protests the pace, exhaustion and the lingering weight of everything the night demanded of it, but I push through, unwilling to be left behind while Caius hunts for a man who might already be in danger because of what he knows.It's Iris who finds him, her voice carrying urgent down a side passage near the old laundry rooms. "Here. He's here."Dominic is slumped against the wall, hands still bound, a







