Ronan's POV

I spent most of the morning in the Academy records office.

Not officially. I wasn't supposed to be there. But I'd learned years ago that most security systems had gaps if you knew where to look.

The records office was on the second floor of the administrative wing. Small room with filing cabinets and computer terminals. Usually staffed by one clerk during business hours.

But at six AM, it was empty.

I had maybe an hour before anyone showed up.

I logged into the system using an ...