Mira's POV
I woke that morning already certain of one thing.
I was done waiting for someone else to hand me the truth in careful, measured pieces.
The decision had been building for days, ever since that word had landed in the study and sent me fleeing before Rowan could finish whatever explanation he'd started building. I'd told myself patience was the right approach, that trust meant giving him room to choose his own timing. But patience had a limit, and mine had quietly run out somewhere between the training field and last night's restless, unanswered thoughts.
If nobody intended to give me the full truth, I would find it myself.
The archive seemed the obvious place to start. Whatever that hidden passage behind the hallway shelf had been, whatever the strange symbol and the self-tu
