Dominic’s POV
The lower levels were silent.
I spent the night in the war room, reviewing maps and reports and anything that would keep my mind occupied. It didn’t work. The bond kept pulling at me. Every fiber of my being wanted to go upstairs.
She loved me.
That thought wouldn’t leave me alone.
Around dawn, Silas came in carrying documents.
His expression was stone cold
“Talia’s memories are fully restored,” he said, spreading the documents across the table. “She’s given us everything. Names, Places, Times and Evidence.”
I moved closer to look at what he’d compiled.
It was thorough. Too thorough.
Request forms for healing supplies. Access logs to the upper tower. Conversations with servants who’d seen Talia moving through the halls. A clear pattern of someone with authority dire
