Kraven’s POVGranny laid the leather-bound book on the dining table with both hands, like it weighed more than just paper and ink. The spine was cracked, the cover faded, but I knew—by the look in her eyes—that this wasn’t just some relic. This was a weapon.“Do you know what this is?” she asked, her voice low, heavy with the kind of gravity that silences even a room full of armed men.The soldiers who had survived last night’s firestorm kept pacing near the edges of the room, bruised, bleeding, but listening. Mia sat across from me, her face was pale with exhaustion, but her gaze maintained some level of sharpness, locked on Granny. Even Ransom, resting on the couch with bandages wrapped around his stomach, stirred to glance toward the table.“It’s a ledger,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “One of the old ones, from when the families still wrote everything down instead of moving to encrypted accounts.”Granny’s lips twitched, but it was neither a smile nor a grimace. “It’s more than that
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