LOGINAMARA’S POVThe name Edwin Marr was written three times on my list.Each time, I had circled it in dark ink.Each time, I had hoped the next document would yield something concrete.It hadn't.“He was the transport manager for Northbridge Carriage and Freight,” Adrian said, settling into the armchair opposite my desk. “The company handled private, off-the-books shipments between Greyhold and several northern estates. Marr retired abruptly shortly before the firm was dissolved.”“And nobody thought to question him?”“Someone did. There is a record of an inquiry made several years after your father vanished.”I looked up sharply. “Who initiated it?”“The name was deliberately scrubbed from the surviving copy.”Of course it was.I dropped my quill onto the table with a soft clatter. “I am beginning to suspect these people spent far more effort suppressing their paper trail than executing their actual operations.”“Perhaps hiding the trail was their primary operation.”“That
TANYA’S POV“Ask your father about the mother.”Tanya read the five scrawled words one last time before holding the parchment over the flickering candle flame on her desk.The paper curled slowly, blackening at the edges, until the ink dissolved into floating ash upon the silver tray.She had zero idea who had breached her grandfather's locked study to drop the silver key. She didn't know how the stranger had slipped past the estate wards or how he had known she would be searching through the old archives at that precise hour.But one reality was abundantly clear:Someone was deliberately maneuvering her to force her father to stop hiding behind his pathetic wall of convenient ignorance.The silver key.She slipped the cool metal object into her inner coat pocket, carefully wrapping her grandfather's letters back in their dark velvet cloth. She deliberately left the specific letter mentioning Elias Voss resting in the drawer.If the stranger had breached the study once, he w
KAEL’S POVKael had spent the entire return ride staring down at the silver-print photograph.By the time he dismounted outside his private quarters, he had memorized every single shadow, every crease in the paper, and every minute detail of the three figures standing before the gates of Northvale Manor.Lucien Everhart looked visibly thinner than in the older portraits Kael had seen in the pack archives, but the man was completely unmistakable. His broad shoulders were squared, his jaw set in a grim line, and his right hand rested squarely on the younger man's shoulder beside him.It was not a captor's aggressive grip.It was not a physical threat.It was an act of quiet protection.That single detail bothered Kael more than anything else he had uncovered.“Have you identified any secondary leads?” Kael asked the moment Gideon stepped across the threshold of the study.“Possibly,” Gideon replied, placing a thick, leather-bound volume onto the table. It was an ancient regist
KAEL’S POVThe iron gates of Northvale Estate stood wide open.That was the very first thing Kael noticed as they crested the hill.The second was the complete, unsettling absence of guards.He reined in his warhorse before the massive arched entrance, his sharp eyes surveying the sprawling estate. Thick ivy had swallowed half the grey stone walls, several windows were boarded shut with rotten timber, and the slate roof of the eastern wing had partially collapsed into the courtyard.It looked entirely abandoned.It looked exactly like the kind of place someone would go to extraordinary lengths to make them believe was abandoned.“Tell me you see it too, Kael,” Gideon muttered beside him, his hand hovering near his hilt.“The gates?” Kael grunted.“The formal invitation.”Kael glanced over at his Beta.Gideon nodded toward the open iron arches. “We arrive hunting for a man who vanished into thin air thirty years ago, and suddenly the front gates are swinging wide. Either ou
AMARA’S POVThe key refused to turn.I tried again, pressing it into the small brass lock on the wooden cabinet in the palace library. The serial number 417 was engraved along its narrow handle, worn smooth enough to suggest it had spent decades hidden away from the world.Nothing happened. The mechanism remained completely unyielding.“Perhaps it belongs to something other than a standard cabinet lock,” Adrian suggested gently, leaning against the edge of the mahogany table behind me.I glanced over my shoulder, my eyebrows raised. “That would be a remarkably inconvenient discovery.”“Your father does seem to have possessed a distinct talent for inconvenient secrets.”The light humor in his tone faded the instant he caught the shadow across my expression.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, stepping closer.I looked back down at the silver key resting in my palm.“I spent so many years believing he walked away because he didn’t want me,” I whispered. “Now I know he was desperate
AMARA’S POV“I want the truth.”Lucian slowly raised his eyes from the heavy silver key resting on his mahogany desk.I stood directly opposite him, my posture rigid, clutching my father's letter in my hand. I was thoroughly determined not to leave this study with yet another vague promise that answers would come later.“Not the censored parts you think I am fragile enough to handle,” I continued, my voice steady and unyielding. “Not the sanitized version designed to protect me from being frightened. I want everything you know about my father, the attempted exchange, and the number engraved on this key.”My mother sat quietly beside the bay window. She didn't interrupt me once, her silent presence offering an impenetrable shield of support.Lucian leaned back into his carved chair, letting out a long, weary breath. “You deserve the complete truth, Amara.”“Then give it to me.”He studied the key, tracing the metallic teeth with his thumb. “I recognized the sequence 417 yester







