I scanned the desk for any mark that might help me. A blot of ink. A scrap of wax with the southern crest. A small line at the bottom of the page where her hand had pressed too hard and cut the paper. The only thing left was the faint dusting of silver on the wood where the rag had rested. It glittered like frost.
No Omega could leave that stain. Not in that way. Not with that shine. Camille had seen it and known at once. She had not needed the whole truth to turn it into a blade.
I closed the panel and drew the curtains to darken the room. I stood very still and tried to slow my thoughts. I could not chase the boy. If I ran to the roost, I would be seen. If I stopped him by force, it would be an open act against a noble guest.
Kael could protect me from most things inside this house,
