Kylian’s POV
Modric waited until Darius left the tunnel chamber before turning to me.
That somehow made everything worse.
The ledger remained open between us on the stone table, the fresh entry staring upward like an accusation that had been waiting specifically for this moment.
Kylian Varek.
My name.
My signature.
My supposed authorization beneath a payment connected to Cassius’s rebuilt network.
For several seconds, I simply stared at it.
Then anger arrived.
Hot.
Immediate.
“I did not sign that.”
Modric’s expression remained unreadable.
“I heard you the first time.”
“You are looking at me like you are deciding whether to believe it.”
“I am looking at evidence.”
“Planted evidence.”
“Possibly.”
“Definitely.”
My voice echoed through the hidden chamber.
Modric glanced to
