"We have to break into Lord Marek's study? Are you insane?"
Martha crossed her arms, glaring at Draven. "Do you have a better idea, Prince?"
They huddled in a storage room near the castle kitchens. The smell of old vegetables and dried herbs filled the air. Elaria kept watch by the door while Draven and Martha argued.
"I could just make him talk," Draven suggested, shadows curling around his fingers. "The darkness has ways of loosening tongues."
"And alert everyone that we know about the plot? Brilliant strategy." Martha's sarcasm was thick. "No, we need proof that doesn't come from torture. Documents, letters, something that can't be denied."
Elaria turned from the door. "Martha's right. If we're going to expose them, we need evidence that my father can't ignore. Real proof that nobl
