KYTHAN BLACKTHORNE (wolf: Vexan)"Sit," I said, nodding toward the chairs across my desk. "I'm pulling it up now."Rythan didn't sit. He stood behind me instead, one hand braced on the back of my chair, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him from the fever. Zithan took the chair, but he was perched on the edge of it, elbows on his knees, like sitting all the way back might slow things down."Which day?" Zithan asked, voice tight."On the 10th of this month." Rythan responded.I pulled up the security portal, scrolled back through the archive, and found the feed for Tyla's old office—camera, the one mounted discreetly above the bookshelf.My hand hovered over the play button longer than it should have.'Whatever's on there,' Vexan said quietly, 'you're not the only one who needs to see it. Press play, Kythan.'I pressed play.The footage was clean, high angle, clear enough to read every flicker of expression. Cassandra sat behind the desk — Tyla's old desk, like she
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