She confronted Dax that afternoon.
"The note. Garrett says there's someone else. Someone who knew about Cassia from the beginning. Someone who watched me get exiled and did nothing."
Dax was sitting up now. Stronger. Still pale, but his eyes were clear.
"I know."
"You *know*?"
"I've suspected for months. Someone close to me. Someone with access to private communications." His jaw was tight. "I've been watching. Waiting. Trying to figure out who."
"And?"
"No luck." He looked at her. "Whoever it is, they're careful. They've been covering their tracks for years."
"Then we find them before we go to the seal."
"We don't have time." He stood. Slowly. Steadied himself against the bedpost. "The Blood Moon is in two days. If we're going to destroy the seal, we need to leave tomorrow."
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