I couldn't suppress a short, humourless laugh. "Yes, he just admitted as much to me. Rest assured, there will be a thorough audit of the emergency relief funds tomorrow." I paused, considering my next words carefully. "I'd appreciate details on which packs requested aid and what they actually received. Emma has given me an overview, but specific documentation would be helpful."
"Of course," Elijah agreed. "I can have our records messenger-delivered to the palace tomorrow."
"I'd prefer if you'd bring them personally," I said, the decision forming even as I spoke it. "Perhaps you and Emma could join me for lunch? We can discuss the situation more thoroughly." The invitation was impulsive but calculated—a chance to continue building a connection with Emma under the guise of official busines
