Darius's quarters were twice the size of mine, with thick rugs covering stone floors and a fireplace that actually worked. But comfort was the last thing on my mind as I paced in front of his desk.
"You're going to wear a hole in the floor," he said from where he sat reviewing documents.
"I'm thinking."
"You're spiraling." He set down his papers. "Talk to me."
I stopped pacing. "The intruder said there are five more spies. We need to identify them before the memorial."
"Agreed. And?"
"And I have a plan. But you're not going to like it."
His eyes narrowed. "Try me."
I took a breath. "We use me as bait. Let Gideon think he's getting close to something valuable. Feed him false information through channels we control. When his spies report back, we track the information flow and identi
