The message read: ‘I need to speak with you. Not Caius Voss. You.’
Sera stared at it for a long time.
Edmund. Her father's name sat at the top of the relay slip like something Corvin had set down very carefully, as though she'd sensed what was inside it. The message had come through the civilian route, not the Council's formal channel, and not through Caius's office.
Edmund had found the archive's relay address himself. Which meant he'd been looking for it. Which meant he'd been thinking about her.
Sera read the message again: ’Not Caius Voss. You.’
He knew Caius had reached him first. He was telling her that was not the conversation he wanted to have. He was drawing a distinction, and she wasn't sure yet whether the distinction was a man trying to reach his daughter or a man trying t
