Raven's POV
“Forward it,” I said into the phone, already moving because standing still felt wrong, “send me the original file and the metadata, not the compressed version.”
Rider’s voice came through tight and controlled, “I already did, it should hit your device in ten seconds.”
“It did,” I replied, my thumb already moving, “I’ll trace the burner and call you back.”
Declan cut in before Rider could answer, “Raven, if this turns into something internal, I want to know before it explodes.”
“It already is internal,” I said, not softening it, “I’ll tell you what I can prove.”
The line went dead, and I focused, letting the noise of the palace fade until it was just me and the trail, and within the hour the burner pinged back, sloppy enough to give me what I needed, and when the location
