Modric’s POV
The escape route was too clean.
That was the first thing I noticed after walking it for the second time.
Cassius had supposedly been moved from the lower blood cell toward the eastern secure chamber. The corridor between them was narrow, guarded at both ends, and designed specifically to prevent exactly what had happened.
Yet there were no signs of panic.
No deep claw marks in the walls.
No broken locks.
No blood from a struggle.
Only two unconscious guards, an unlocked restraint chain, a drugged cup, and one missing man.
This had not been an escape created in desperation.
It had been arranged.
Mary Ann stood near the open cell with one hand resting against the stone wall. The old Nightveil symbols still responded faintly to her presence, glowing beneath her palm be
