Mary Ann’s POV
I did not sleep after Kylian told us there was an informant inside my personal household.
I sat at the long table in my Nightveil rooms with every staff record spread before me.
Names.
Assignments.
Family histories.
Transfer dates.
Recommendations.
Who entered my rooms.
Who handled my clothes.
Who carried correspondence.
Who knew when Modric visited.
Who knew when he did not.
The list was not long, which should have made me feel better.
It did not.
Modric stood near the window while Kylian sat across from me with the prison notes he had hidden until yesterday. Neither man spoke unless I asked them something.
That was probably wise.
I was still angry with Kylian.
Not because I believed he had betrayed us.
I did not.
But his secrecy had reminded me how easi
