Alexander waited outside her door, not knocking. Just listening.
“She needs time,” Eleanor said quietly as she approached.
“She doesn’t have it,” he replied.
“But we do,” Eleanor answered. “And we’ll use it to find out what Selene is hiding.”
“She knows the people believe the wedding is a seal,” Alexander said. “That’s her cover. But her hand is too steady. She wants this too perfectly.”
“Then let her have her perfect show,” Eleanor said. “We’ll watch from the shadows.”
Hours later, Lucas headed for New Westport. In his bag was everything. Glyph records. Evidence. Confessions. Truths powerful enough to collapse the very peace they were now toasting.
He didn’t know what had unfolded in his absence. Not yet.
But he would. When he arrived, it would be too late. The plan had already st
