The library was empty this late at night. Most students avoided it after curfew, superstitious about the old records section and its reputation for strange noises. I'd never been bothered by ghosts. The living were far more dangerous.
I sat at one of the corner tables, surrounded by dusty volumes pulled from the restricted archives. Caleb had managed to get me access under the guise of research for training exercises. What I was actually looking for was something far more valuable.
Proof.
The festival incident had proven one thing: Gideon wasn't acting alone. His confidence came from somewhere, and I needed to know where.
Footsteps echoed on the stone floor. I looked up to find Lord Varen approaching, one of the younger council members. He usually kept his distance from academy politic
