I returned to the observatory before sunrise.
Serina was already waiting, sharpening a dagger by the open window.
"They sent someone?"
"Two. Shadow Court. No uniforms."
"Threats?"
"Implied fire."
She sheathed the blade.
"Then we're on the right track."
We unfurled the next parchment.
Advisor Telnar: strategist, liar, and broker of deniable secrets.
He hadn't just stayed silent. He had orchestrated the suppression.
And he had more to lose.
"We go for his books," I said. "You go for his books," Serina corrected. "I'm going for his mistress."