Thoren
Kael entered without waiting for permission.
That alone told me the message in his hand was worse than anything the archives had revealed.
Nevara sat straighter against the pillows while I closed the damaged volume and set it aside.
“What happened?” I asked.
“Jones called from Blackstone.” Kael shut the door behind him. “One of the cleared men withheld information during questioning. He identified Sabrina as the woman who met with the settlement leaders before the attack.”
For a moment, the room became unnaturally still.
“Sabrina?” Nevara asked.
“He is certain.”
The name struck through me with the force of a blade. Sabrina had moved through our home in a maid’s uniform for years. She had carried linens, entered private corridors, and listened while members of the royal hous
