Malrik POV

After I sent Tavian out, I turned my focus to the others. They needed the whole picture if we were going to move cleanly and fast.

“Roarke called,” I said, my voice flat, allowing no interruptions. I relayed everything he’d told me.

Vladan’s brows rose. “That was quick.”

“I’m waiting on his files,” I answered. “I need to see what he’s dug up on Zebulon. More than that I want Zebulon to present whatever ‘evidence’ he claims to have against Roarke in front ...