The Mate Who Marked Me
Torrin had the records waiting when I arrived, the same thick ledgers pulled from their shelves, though he'd added several more to the pile this time, older ones I hadn't thought to request during my first pass through the invasion files.
"Figured you'd be back," he said, by way of greeting. "And figured the elders wouldn't be satisfied with half the picture, not after last night. Word travels fast in a hall full of wolves pretending not to listen."
"How much of it reached you already?"
"Enough." He set the last ledger down with more care than the others, an older, more weathered binding that looked like it predated most of what we'd already gone through. "This one's the original strategic p