Verity's POV

The documents covered every inch of Cassian's desk.

Scrolls, letters, ledgers—all bearing the damning evidence I'd spent the last three days organizing. My fingers trembled slightly as I smoothed out another paper.

Cassian stood at the window, his back rigid as he stared out at the kingdom below. Caleb leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Kin paced near the fireplace, the only outward sign of his agitation.

I'd called this meeting and asked ...