Grant arrives under Royal escort at nine the next morning. I know the exact time because I am watching the clock instead of the door. Tessa sits beside me at the long evidence table, one boot hooked around the chair leg. Sera has the sealed toxicology reports arrang

Ironveil's front gate looks smaller from the outside. I remember leaving through it in the dark with broken ribs, no wolf, and nothing in my hands except the knowledge I had spent six years making useful for people who never thought to ask where it came from.

Graham does not ask me to sit. He is already seated at the witness table when Evan brings in the recorder, two council representatives, Tessa, and Grant. Vivienne arrives last with an Ironveil advocate and no Silvercrest guards. That is new. Her eyes find me befo