POV: Kaelira
"Dorian," Ronan said quietly, "and one other man on the overnight rotation. A guard named Petyr."
I felt the floor tilt slightly under my feet.
"Dorian," I said. "Your own guard captain."
"Yes," Ronan said, and I could hear how much it cost him to say it out loud.
"He has served you for years," I said. "You trust him with everything."
"I did," Ronan said. "That is exactly why he would be able to move through that dungeon without a single alarm being raised."
I pressed my hand against the wall beside me, steadying myself, because the idea of Dorian, quiet and broad and always a careful step behind Ronan, being capable of murder felt like one more solid thing crumbling out from under me.
"You cannot confront him," I said. "Not without proof. Not if he is truly involved."
