Rowan looked at the ledgers before she looked at Cassian.
That was the first thing Sable noticed when they entered the lower room with the evidence from the black hut laid out between them. The older ledger went onto the table first. The newer one followed. Jace spilled the copied seals, altered keys, forged work slips, dark signal cloths, and chalk beside them with a deliberate lack of ceremony that made the pile feel uglier than any display might have. Nothing was arranged for effect. It did not need to be. The shape of Rowan's war was already there in plain view.
She saw it at once.
