Modric’s POV
Severin had been planning this for much longer than any of us realized.
By sunrise, his abandoned house had been stripped apart.
Not carelessly.
Not by angry guards searching for a traitor.
Room by room, shelf by shelf, floorboard by floorboard.
Kylian supervised the search personally while Marek checked every record that remained behind. Nightveil guards searched the surrounding property for hidden passages, and Ironclaw scouts followed the faint travel trail Severin had attempted to erase.
I remained inside the main study with Mary Ann.
The room smelled of dust, old leather, and the faint remains of burned paper.
Too much had been removed.
That was obvious.
But Severin had not managed to destroy everything.
Or perhaps he had believed no one would ever know enough
