His Queen of Chaos
J. Fotainesomeone walked over my gravedon't ever laugh as a hearse goes byeverything went blackit took me by surprise the hatred in his eyes
The person who wanted Zariah Brooks isolated, distrustful, cut off from the one man in this city willing to burn a board for her, and driven, alone, unprotected, freshly convinced her protector was her enemy, to go looking for the truth in the one place it was actually written down.
A box I hadn't opened.
I got up and crossed the study and pulled my father's Bible off the shelf where I'd hidden it in plain sight among the redacted files, the smartest place, the place a man raised on hiding things would never think to look because it was too obvious. I opened the front cover. The key was still there, taped flat and cold beneath the block letters in my father's hand.
Don't trust the king.
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