Selene’s POVHe picks up before I finish raising the phone to my ear.“Ms. Avery.” His voice is different from what I expected, though I could not have said what I expected. Quieter. More careful. The voice of someone who has been holding something for a long time and is aware that saying it wrong could ruin the saying entirely. “Thank you for calling quickly.”“Tell me what you have,” I say.A brief pause. Not hesitation. The pause of someone who has organised what they are going to say and is finding the right place to begin.“When my brother died six years ago,” he says, “I was named as secondary executor of his private estate. Not his territory holdings — those passed to Caden. His private affairs. Documents, correspondence, personal records he kept separate from the official governance files.” He pauses. “I did not expect to find anything significant. My brother and I had not spoken in nine years at that point.”“Why had you not spoken,” I say.“Because of what I found fifteen ye
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