Sophie's POV
I was halfway through reviewing patrol schedules when Marcus practically kicked down the office door.
"We have a problem," he said, holding up an envelope like it might explode.
Christian looked up from his laptop. "What kind of problem?"
"The kind with Harold's seal on it." Marcus tossed the envelope onto Christian's desk. "His messenger just delivered it to the border. Refused to elaborate."
My stomach dropped. Nothing good ever came in fancy envelopes with wax seals.
Christian picked it up slowly, turning it over in his hands. The red wax bore Harold's personal mark—some pretentious family crest thing that probably cost more than my car.
"Want me to open it?" I offered.
"No." Christian's jaw tightened. "I've got it."
He broke the seal and pulled
