Richard shook his head. “I’m not trusting anyone else with something this important. There could be spies among us, and this folder is the only chance we have to prove Daxton is Christopher.”
The rest of the room grumbled their discontent, but I understood Richard perfectly. We both knew the real reason for his hesitation was Elsa. After the stunt she’d pulled the night before, I didn’t blame him for not trusting her. He couldn’t very well throw Elsa’s loyalty and rationality into question in front of her army, however, not when she was the one running the rebellion outside Elsewhere.
“So what are we supposed to do, then? Go get it ourselves?” said Strand.
“Yes,” said Knox. “I’m going to assemble a team of volunteers willing to sneak into Somerset and steal the file back without ever al
