Kaelira’s POV
I didn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again..fire.
A man on his knees.
And a truth I couldn’t prove.
I pushed the blanket off and sat up, jaw tight, fingers pressing into my temple.
“Your father begged…”
I exhaled sharply.
“No.”
Not like that.
Something was wrong.
Not just with what he said..
With how it sat.
Like a piece that didn’t fit and I hated things that didn’t fit.
By morning, I was already moving.
No announcement.
No guards.
No Serenya.
Just me.
The archive doors creaked when I pushed them open, the sound too loud in the quiet. I stepped in and shut it behind me quickly, locking it.
This time..
No interruptions. I went straight to the lower shelves.
The burnt documents, the ones no one wanted found.
My fingers moved faster now, p
