Ella’s POV
The air in the records hall was thick with dust and forgotten voices. Light filtered through high, narrow windows in slivers, catching in the suspended particles like the ghosts of old wars still drifting through the air.
I didn’t tell anyone I was coming here.
Not Remo. Not Christian. Not even Maddox.
After what Eiravelle revealed—after the traitor’s presence felt like a shadow just behind my shoulder—I needed answers. Real ones. The kind only found in paper and ink.
The archive door groaned as I pushed it open, then clicked shut behind me.
It was quiet.
Always was.
Long stone tables stretched across the chamber like ancient bones. Wall after wall of scrolls, leather-bound books, and dusty tomes surrounded me—records kept since the very first Luna claimed the northern r
