He told her everything.
Not the organized version — not the testimony that had been prepared for the board, not the narrative he had constructed over years of deciding what to give and what to keep. The raw version, starting from the beginning.
He had been twenty-six years old when the network formed.
Not the organization — what came before the organization, the informal gathering of wolves who believed the bloodline concentration was a genuine territorial threat. He had been recruited by someone he trusted, someone who framed it as protection, as the responsible management of a power that had no accountability. He had been convinced. He had believed.
The mechanism — the systematic lie — had been his idea.
Not the killing. He said this directly and it landed in the library with the sp
