ELENA'S POV
We didn't sleep that night.
Seraphine photographed the symbols from every angle before we touched them. Then she spent two hours cross-referencing them against the oldest texts she'd brought from the brownstone, the ones that had survived because they'd been in her jacket rather than on the shelves when the walls came down.
Kyle worked through Lucian's files simultaneously, pulling everything that mentioned Konstantin by name, building a timeline on the table in front of him that started eight centuries ago and ended with a vehicle leaving a mountain compound three hours ago.
I sat at the end of the table and watched it all come together.
"He's been consistent for eight hundred years," Kyle said around the second hour. "Every political position he's ever taken. Every allia
