“Silas did not act alone.”
Evelyn placed Lena’s written statement on Albert’s desk.
The document remained unsigned.
Lena had agreed to speak privately, not to stand before the court, and Evelyn had preserved that limit even though it weakened her case.
Albert read the final lines twice.
Young nobles had blocked corridors.
Sent servants away.
Locked doors.
Created empty rooms for Silas Morland.
“How many?” he asked.
“Lena recognized three.”
“Names?”
“Not yet.”
Evelyn stood across from him in a dark uniform, one arm still held carefully beneath her healing shoulder. Fatigue had sharpened the lines around her mouth, but her posture remained steady.
“You came here without them.”
“I came to warn you before the investigation reaches them.”
“Why?”
“Because the moment noble famili
