CHAPTER 113:ADRIAN:The air in the grand hall became tense the moment Clement spoke those words. "Nowhere to be found," he repeated, his voice barely a whisper, yet in the deathly quiet of the room, it sounded like a hammer striking an anvil.I froze. Every muscle in my body went rigid. I stared at Clement, trying to determine if he was just playing a prank, but I saw only the reflection of my own growing nightmare. The documents were gone. Stolen. And in that same heartbeat, I knew exactly who had done it.I didn't need to turn around to know. I felt the shift in the room, the collective intake of breath from the elders, and then, a slow, smug movement. I turned my head just enough to see Darius. He was smirking, a triumphant, ugly look that stretched his face. My gaze drifted past him, searching the room until it landed on Lucian. My brother didn't look up; his head was bowed, his gaze glued to the floor, refusing to meet my eyes.The conspiracy was so loud I could practically hear
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