1Emilia’s POV
The library smelled faintly of leather and old paper. It was a comforting scent that reminded me of rainy days spent lost in novels. But this wasn’t a comforting moment. I was surrounded by stacks of folders and records, Alaric’s laptop open to a clutter of tabs.
“Read that again,” Alaric said, his voice tight, as he handed me a document from the pile.
I took it, my fingers brushing against his briefly, and skimmed over the neatly typed lines. It was a record of a business deal from over two decades ago between Cruz Industries and Castillo Holdings. My eyes snagged on the last line: “Finalized under the direction of Alonso Cruz and Jonas Castillo.”
“It doesn’t make sense,” I murmured, setting the paper down on the table between us. “Why would Alonso and Jonas be working t
