Darius was not jealous.
He was — managing several significant responses simultaneously. Those were different things. He was very clear on this distinction. He had made it internally approximately fourteen times since Zane walked through the gate, and the number was climbing.
The east wing briefing with Cole had been efficient. Thirty-two encrypted drives. Fourteen original documents, the oldest of which Maren had handled with gloved hands and the expression of a woman confronting a piece of history she had not known still existed. The contents were exactly what Zane claimed — records, histories, bloodline documentation, accounts of abilities and their manifestation patterns stretching back through generations.
All of it centered on Sera.
Not Sera specifically. The line. The Ashveil hei
