Anna's hand finds mine in the dark, and holds on, and I hold back, because I need it, because the ground has just fallen out from under everything again.
"Then the proof is even bigger than we thought," Anna says, and I love her for it, that even now, even hearing this, her mind is working, finding the angle, the way forward. "Will, do you understand what you just found? A poison built to murder a wolf, tested on humans, developed by Cass to kill the rightful heir and steal the throne. That's not a grudge. That's not a leverage play. That's the single most damning thing a wolf could possibly do. If we can prove it, if we can show the Council that Cass built a weapon to murder his own blood and take the throne over the body, he's finished. Forever. Exiled or executed or whatever your world
