I turned back to Nevara. Her arms were still folded, but her jaw was tight.
Someone was playing a dangerous game.
And I was about to burn the board.
David arrived two minutes later.
He was younger than I expected—mid-twenties, lab coat slightly too big for his narrow frame, dark hair mussed like he’d been running his hands through it. The moment he saw me, Kael, and Nevara standing in the middle of the lab, the color drained from his face.
“Yes?” he asked carefully. “Dr. Halvorsen said you needed me?”
Nora rounded on him. “David, what results did I give you to send to the castle?”
He swallowed. “The paternity report. The one you finalized. I sealed it and sent it with the courier like always.”
My jaw clenched. “And what did that report say?”
He hesitated for half a second too long
