Lysara's POV
The handle turned with ease.
The door opened.
Before terror had a chance to overwhelm me, Ronan grabbed me by the wrist.
He yanked me roughly back.
We slipped into the small space between one of the imposing record cabinets just in time.
Torchlight filled the room.
I flattened myself against the cold stone wall.
Ronan stood in front of me, one hand supporting the cabinet so that it didn't wobble, the other on the hilt of his sword.
If the cabinet moved even a little bit...
If the watchman took another three steps...
If we breathed a bit too loudly...
We were dead.
The leather pouch of the documents pressed painfully against my rib cage inside the cloak.
I squeezed it harder.
These were no longer just papers.
These were all the answers I had been looking for all
