Damon
The fire in my study had burned low, casting thin ribbons of amber across the desk. I didn’t need warmth tonight. I needed answers.
Ronan arrived just after first bell, punctual as always, though I knew him well enough to spot the tension riding his spine. He shut the door behind him with quiet finality, then stepped forward and set a folder on the desk.
“You’re not going to like it,” he said.
I already didn’t based on his tone. I flipped open the cover, scanned the summary. My jaw clenched.
A name that should’ve brought familiarity, not fury. I looked up slowly. “Explain.”
Ronan’s voice remained even, but there was a tightness behind it. “One of the younger maids came forward. Said she also found gold under her cot. I traced everything.”
My fingers curled around the edge of t
