(Caius)
Pryor found me in the corridor just before evening.
Not through the mind link. In person, which meant whatever he had to say he didn't want carried through the pack bond even in pieces. I read that before he said a word and turned back toward the office without needing to be asked.
He closed the door behind him.
Pryor set a folded document on the desk. I opened it and read through the names. Six royal guards assigned to Brent's transport and initial confinement. Five of them accounted for, still on rotation, nothing unusual noted. The sixth name had a single line beside it.
Resigned her post four days after returning from Ashcrest. Left Wraithbone without giving notice or reason.
I looked at the name.
Dara. Twenty six. Three years in the royal guard. Clean record, no complai
