"Renata Cole." I said the name under my breath, just enough for Lucien to catch it beside me.
"I see her," he murmured, his eyes tracking the young woman as she moved through the gathering crowd, her clipboard clutched close, her expression carefully neutral.
"She's heading toward the chamber entrance," I said. "Right past the security checkpoint."
"Marcus already has men positioned there," Lucien said. "She won't get further than the doors without being flagged."
Caleb's attention had shifted away from me, drawn into conversation with one of the council elders, and I used the momentary distraction to glance toward Damien, who had already spotted Renata himself, his jaw tight with recognition.
He caught my eye and gave the smallest nod before moving casually toward the entrance, posit
