"Hiding in plain sight."
The words hit me hard as we rushed down the corridor toward Victoria's room, my heart pounding with dread.
"Did she say a name," Lucien asked, keeping pace beside me.
"No," the nurse said. "Only that it was urgent, and that she wanted Elena there specifically."
We reached the room to find Victoria propped up slightly against her pillows, pale but alert, her eyes finding mine the moment we entered.
"Elena," she said, her voice weak but steady. "Thank God. There's something I remembered while I was under. Something Bartholomew said before he shot me."
"What did he say," I asked, sitting quickly beside her bed.
Victoria's hand found mine, gripping tightly despite her weakness. "He mentioned someone still positioned inside the council itself. Someone who's been
