Mag-log inSeraphina put the letter in her bag, but she didn’t leave.“You keep making promises,” she said. “First you won’t take the letter from me, and now you won’t show it to Adrian.”“I mean them.”“That isn’t what you used to do.”I looked at her, and there was no point pretending I didn’t know what she meant. “No. It isn’t.”Nobody said anything, and I thought she would leave, but she just stood there.“You know,” Seraphina said, “I used to think you were behind it.”“Behind what?”“What happened to my family. The rumors about us, the invitations that stopped coming, and the people who stopped visiting for no reason.” She gripped her bag tighter. “I thought you were helping them.”In the book, Elena was a lot worse than rude, and she was the one who made sure Seraphina wasn’t invited anywhere. Reading it was one thing, but hearing Seraphina say it to my face hurt.Elena was mean enough to do all of that, and I wanted to say it wasn’t me, but it would only sound like an excuse.“I was crue
Seraphina was still standing by the window, and my heart was pounding when I asked.“Would you let me see the letter?”Her eyes narrowed. “I thought you weren’t going to ask.”“I wanted to, but you haven’t agreed to help me, so I didn’t want to push.”She reached into her small bag and pulled out a folded piece of paper. “I kept it because something felt wrong about it, and I haven’t shown it to anyone.”I unfolded it slowly. It was a letter to her father from her uncle, and most of it was court talk, who was meeting who and what the council was fighting about. Then I got to one sentence near the bottom that made me stop.If the King keeps ignoring the council, our house should withdraw its loyalty before his next order.I read it twice, and I didn’t like how calm it sounded, like somebody wanted it to be found.“Does your uncle sound like this?”“No,” she said right away. “He can disagree with Adrian, but he would never write that.”“How do you know?”Her voice shook, and she turned
After Rowan walked out, it was just Adrian, Liora, and me in the office, and the ledgers were still open on the desk.Adrian looked at Liora. “Don’t go back to the archive until the guards finish searching it. I’ll have a room ready for you, and you can tell Rowan anything else when he comes back.”“I can wait,” Liora said. “But that page matters. Without it, we might never find the clerk.”“I know.” He called for a guard. “Take her to a safe room near the offices. And if she wants to leave, someone goes with her.”Liora picked up her things, but she stopped at the door and looked back at me. “The initials are still in the ledger. Don’t let anyone tell you the missing page makes the rest useless.”“I won’t.”She nodded, and then she left.After she left, Adrian didn’t say anything. He just watched me, like he was waiting for me to mess up.“You’re thinking about something,” he said finally.“I want to talk to Seraphina.”“Why?”“Rowan knew that unit, but we don’t know who else served i
I still smelled like smoke, and every time I coughed, I remembered those doors that wouldn’t open.Liora sat on the steps with the staff register in her lap, rubbing her thumb over the cut. “Whoever did this was careful,” she said. “They didn’t just rip it out.”I stared at the little strip of paper that was left and pictured someone sitting here, calmly cutting out one page. I came into this story trying to stay alive, and every clue we found made that harder.“Is there another copy of the register?” I asked.“Maybe, but I’ll have to ask the clerk in charge. I’m sorry I didn’t copy that page last week.”“You didn’t know,” I said.Rowan stood nearby with the two ledgers and the transfer register. “He’s being brought here now, and I’ll make him list every clerk who worked that section.”I hoped he was right, since the page was gone and the names might be somewhere else, and after today, I didn’t trust a single thing in that archive.“The King needs to see these,” Rowan said. “Liora sho
Smoke was coming in under the main doors.It was just a thin gray line on the floor, nothing scary, so I just stared at it for a second. Then Liora said, “Someone set a fire,” and I knew she was right.My hands were already sore from pulling at those doors, and the lock still wouldn’t move, even when I kicked them, so now my foot hurt too.“Is there another way out?” I asked.“There’s a service passage behind the older record room. Clerks used it to move boxes between sections.” Liora coughed. “I don’t know if it still opens.”“Then let’s find out.”Whoever locked us in wasn’t going to make me leave the evidence behind, so I grabbed the two ledgers and the smaller transfer register and shoved my notebook inside my dress, while Liora took the staff register from the shelf.The service door was hidden behind a tall cabinet. We pushed the cabinet out of the way and found a narrow door behind it, with a metal bar on the handle. Liora lifted the bar, pulled the bolt at the bottom, and push
The dates in the archive didn’t match the dates on the orders, and I only saw it after staring at those ledgers all morning.I was ready before Clara came to help me dress. Adrian accepted my conditions, but nothing was on paper yet, and I was going to remind him of that when I saw him again. For now, I wanted to use the access he promised before anyone changed their mind.The Fenwick letter was still hidden in my sleeve. I read it so many times that I almost knew every word, but it gave me no address, no date, and no way to find him. I wasn’t going to let that distract me from the records I knew were there.Clara came in with my breakfast. “Are you going out today, my lady?”“To the archives.”“Should I tell the guards?”“Yes. They’re here to protect us, not to keep us prisoners.”Two of Adrian’s guards waited by the gate. I didn’t know them, but they wore the royal crest on their uniforms and greeted me politely, and it reminded me that he kept his promise, at least for now. One of







