"What the hell." Kael's voice was low, stripped bare, empty of every performance he'd ever given in a room full of people.
He examined the parchment.
"To start with, the wax is the wrong shade of red. Mine is darker. And this border has twelve points. Mine has thirteen." His jaw shifted. "But the bigger issue is my letters never stay on parchment. They usually dissolve into smoke."
"Oh, I am aware. We all are. They always explode or do something annoying," Ryker said. "The writing is in a language I've never seen, so I did not have due cause, Commander. It landed at my feet for a reason. Your flame hurt him and only him. So I went with my gut and ordered the arrest."
His High General had covered the seal for a reason when he ordered the arrest. He'd already arrived at the conclusion that the seal was a weapon aimed at Kael as much as it was aimed at Guinevere. Hiding it prevented the room from turning on a man who they had every reason to believe was behind it.
