LYSANDER
I turned to the filing cabinet where father had kept records of everything. Every pack member. Every transaction. Every piece of leverage he'd collected over decades of leadership. I pulled open drawers until I found what I needed.
Fia's file sat wedged between reports on border patrols and supply orders.
It was even thicker than the last time I'd seen it. Which told me that father had started taking notes. There was now page after page of documentation tracking her movements. The best he could manage, with no new spies in Skollrend at his disposal. There was also believed observations about her relationship with Cian.
I pulled the entire folder free and carried it to the fireplace.
The first page curled when I fed it to the flames. Black spread across white in patterns that looked almost artistic before the paper crumbled into ash. I added another. Then another. Building a rhythm that felt meditative in its monotony.
