The moon stood still low over the mansion, casting long blur shadows across the mansion. Within those shadows, secrets passed from one traitor’s mouth to another’s ear, reveling things.Kieran stood near the east wing balcony, arms folded, eyes flicking toward the guard at the far post—Ronan’s spy. On the surface, the man looked like any other warrior: uniform crisp, stance disciplined, demeanor cold. But Kieran knew better.He stepped away from the corner and walked toward the guard with the quiet confidence of someone in control.“You’re off patrol in ten,” Kieran said under his breath, barely moving his lips. “Meet me by the storage cellar.”No acknowledgment. Just a slight nod.Ten minutes later, in the dimly lit storage cellar beneath the mansion, the two met—faces half-lit by flickering lanterns, truths sharper than the blades they carried.“She’s getting too curious,” Kieran began, voice low. “Diva.”The spy leaned against a crate, arms crossed. “About what?”“Linan,” Kieran sa
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