Bramwell's POV
She arrived at the fortress at dusk, and we stood in the war room for the first time — not the records room, not the archive, not the soft domestic spaces where we'd been doing the slow work of rebuilding. The war room.
Maps on the table. Patrol routes. Territory borders.
"Where would she go?" Lenora asked.
"Her family holdings are in the northern region," I said. "Technically outside Ironbridge jurisdiction. But she knows we'd check there first." I traced a route on the map. "She has financial assets in the capital."
"Verath."
"Yes. Accounts we haven't been able to freeze because they're held through a third-party merchant house." I looked at her. "We started the freeze process three weeks ago but the capital's legal offices move slowly."
"She'd know that."
"Yes."
