تسجيل الدخولSerelyn’s POVI did not agree to meet Edwin Vale because I believed him.I agreed because refusing to hear him would leave me with the same unanswered questions he had used to get my attention.After his last message, Kaeldric had arranged for the information Edwin provided to be checked independently. The name he had given for his uncle, Alistair Vale, was not enough on its own. We needed dates, records and something that connected the man to my grandmother without relying on Edwin’s word.The checks took several days. Alistair Vale had existed, and old records placed him within the same professional and social circles as my grandmother. Edwin’s identity also matched independent records. That supported a possible connection, but proved nothing about the relationship he described.That still did not make him trustworthy.I approved a meeting in Viremont’s designated visitor area. He would not enter the residential buildings or any restricted section of the estate. Security would recor
Serelyn’s POVThe failed test had changed the way I looked at the construction schedule.Yesterday, every completed installation had felt like progress. This morning, the same list looked like a collection of expensive questions I had not known to ask.I sat at the temporary office desk with Harlan’s report open on my tablet. The communications equipment had lost power during the transition between the generator and the secondary system. Worse, one component was incompatible with the secondary supply already installed. Until the technical team identified the full extent of the problem, nobody could tell me whether we needed a replacement unit, additional equipment or changes to the existing installation.All three possibilities meant more money.I opened the remaining construction budget.The figures were not frightening because I lacked funds. They were frightening because every unplanned expense threatened to take money away from something else. I had bought Viremont to make it secu
Serelyn’s POVThe first warning came from the control room.“Mrs. Vale, we’re ready to begin the integrated test.”I closed the construction schedule on my tablet and followed the engineer through the service corridor. Outside, the morning was bright, but inside Viremont’s new utility building, the air carried the faint smell of warm metal and fresh insulation.For weeks, I had watched separate parts of the estate take shape. The generator had been installed and inspected. The secondary power system had its own controls. The communications equipment had been moved into a protected room, and the electrical contractors had completed the connections between the buildings.Today was supposed to prove that everything worked together.Kaeldric was already beside the control panel when I entered. He glanced at my tablet.“You brought the revised sequence?”“I brought three versions. The contractors changed the installation dates twice.”“Then we’ll use the latest one and record every deviati
Lysenna’s POVThe message arrived while I was trying to find the name of the man who had warned me.Unknown number. No greeting.Stop asking about the silver ring. Your questions have reached people who do not appreciate being disturbed.I read it twice, then deleted it. The warning from the previous contact had been almost identical, but this one felt different. It did not tell me to stop because I was being foolish. It sounded as though someone had already decided I was a problem.I placed my phone beside the mirror and studied my reflection. I looked perfectly composed. My hair was neat, my dress expensive, and one hand rested over the small curve of my stomach. Nobody looking at me would guess that a few lines on a screen had unsettled me.I had only asked questions. I had not stolen anything or threatened anyone.That was what I kept telling myself.The Vane family was the part I could not understand. Serelyn’s grandmother had apparently known Kaeldric Vane long before Serelyn hi
Kaeldric’s POVThe photograph had been on my desk for weeks.I had taken it out after receiving the message in Chapter Thirty, the one warning me that if Serelyn’s granddaughter had found the ring, I needed to remember what happened the last time someone went looking for it.Today, I placed it beneath the desk lamp and studied it again.The picture had been taken at the disaster-response training facility outside Elaris. I was younger, still in the early years of my service, standing beside two instructors and a woman whose presence had drawn more attention than her clothes or position should have warranted.Serelyn’s grandmother.I remembered the day more clearly than I had expected. The facility had been hosting a demonstration for a small group of visitors interested in emergency preparedness. Her grandmother had arrived with a man whose name I could no longer place. She had asked to observe the training exercises, and the director had allowed it.She questioned the people responsi
Serelyn’s POVThe formal request arrived just after breakfast.It was addressed to me personally, printed on heavy cream paper and delivered in a sealed envelope by the estate manager. Edwin Vale had included his full name, a telephone number, an email address and a brief statement explaining that his previous visit had been intended to establish contact, not to force an immediate decision.I read it twice.He had also included the name of the uncle he claimed had known my grandmother: Alistair Vale.The name meant nothing to me.According to Edwin, Alistair had been acquainted with my grandmother for several years and had visited her property on more than one occasion. He described their relationship as private, involving discussions about land, old family records and preparations for an event he refused to identify. Edwin claimed his uncle had kept letters and other documents connected to those meetings.I placed the letter beside the photograph of my grandmother and the younger Ka







