Damian’s POV
The window Eve had nad was three days wide.
Maybe four.
Malachai had pulled the filing. Lost Callum as an asset. Was regrouping sowhere behind the warmth and the patience and the two hundred years of knowing how to absorb a loss without showing it.
Three days before he found the next angle.
Maybe four.
Damian wasn’t going to waste them.
He called everyone together at eight in the morning.
Not just his brothers. Not just Eve.
Vessa too was there, She made it to the estate by afrernoon.
She walked into the estate like she’d been walking into it for years and looked around the entrance hall.
"You have his taste," she said to Damian. Looking at the stonework. The high ceilings.
"My father’s," Damian said.
"Yes," she said. Simply.
He led her to the study.
They assembled around the long table.
Damian at the head. Eve to his left. Silas to his right. Damon beside Eve. Vessa at the far end.
"Malachai is regrouping," Damian said. "We have a window. I don’t intend to spend it waiting."
Nobody argued.
"We go on offense," he continued. "For the first ti since this started we move first. We don’t react. We don’t counter. We act." He looked at Vessa. "Which ans we need everything you have. Not the careful version. Not the version you’ve been releasing in pieces." He held her gaze. "All of it. Now."
Vessa looked at him.
For a long mont she just looked at him.
Then she reached into her bag.
Put a folder on the table.
Thicker than the last one.
Much thicker.
"That’s everything," she said.
It took them three hours to go through everything.
Vessa talked. They listened. Damian asked questions and Silas took notes and Damon sat there absorbing all the information.
Eve didn’t take notes.
She just listened.
And Damian watched her go from worried to understanding and then to acceptance, accepting that this is the next phase they have to overco.
He’d learned to trust her overti, because he had watched her grow from that frightened dancer they brought in to the strong woman she has beco today.
***
The folder had four sections.
The first was what they already knew. Malachai’s thod. The erosion. The patience. The way he moved through legitimate process like water through stone.
The second was what they’d suspected. Nas. Conclave mbers he’d aligned over two decades. Faction leaders who owed him. The specific architecture of influence built so carefully over so long that most of it had beco invisible. Just.....the way things were. The way they’d always been.
The third section was what they hadn’t known.
Damian read it twice.
Set it down.
Looked at Vessa.
"He has a vault," he said.
"Yes," Vessa said.
"In the Court."
"Sub level," she said. "Below the formal archive. A private collection....docunts, records, things he removed from the official record over twenty years." She paused. "Things that would be — significant — if they surfaced."
"Like what," Damon said.
"Like the original vote record from the night Azrael’s claim was first challenged," Vessa said. "The real one. Not the version in the official archive." She paused. "The vote was not what the record says it was."
The room was very still.
"He changed it," Silas said.
"He had it changed," Vessa said carefully. "There’s a difference. He didn’t do it himself. He never does anything himself." A pause. "But yes. The original record shows a different outco. One that would have allowed Azrael’s claim to proceed." She looked at Eve. "Your parents would have had the throne twenty years ago. Before you were born. Before any of this."
Eve was looking at the table.
Her hand was flat against her chest where the pendant sat.
Not pressing. Just....resting there.
"Where is the vault," Damian said.
"That’s the problem," Vessa said. "I know it exists. I know the sub level. I don’t know the specific location within it and I don’t have access to the Court at that level." She paused. "Soone who does would need to go in."
"Raphael," Silas said.
Everyone looked at him.
"He’s still at the Court," Silas said. "He has twenty years of access. He knows that building better than anyone alive except possibly Seraphine." He paused. "And he has more reason than most to want what’s in that vault."
Damian looked at Eve.
She was already thinking it.
He could see it.
"We’d be asking him to go into Malachai’s territory," Damon said. "Quietly. Without authorization. Into a sub level that isn’t supposed to exist." He paused. "If he’s caught....."
"He won’t be caught," Eve said.
Damon looked at her.
"He’s been navigating that Court for twenty years," she said. "He knows where every cara is and which guards rotate when and which mbers of staff can be trusted and which ones can’t." She paused. "And he has Elena."
Damon was quiet.
"We ask," Eve said. "We don’t tell him he has to. We ask." She looked at Damian. "It’s his choice."
Damian nodded.
"I’ll contact him today," he said.
***
The fourth section of the folder was the one Vessa had saved for last.
She put her hand on it before opening it.
Looked at Eve.
"This part is harder," she said.
Eve looked back at her steadily.
"I know what you’ve been holding back," Eve said.
Vessa went still.
"You’ve given us everything in pieces," Eve said. "Carefully. In the right order. Building up to sothing." She paused. "You’ve been doing it since Aldenre." She held Vessa’s gaze. "What’s in that section is the thing you weren’t sure we were ready for yet."
The room was quiet.
Vessa looked at her for a long mont.
"Your mother was not the target," she said. "The night they died." She paused. "You were."
Nobody moved.
"Malachai knew about the pregnancy," Vessa said. "He’d known for two months. And his calculation....his original calculation....was not to remove Azrael and Lilith from the board." She paused. "It was to make sure the line ended completely. No heir. No continuation. No threat soone growing up and coming back and doing exactly what you’ve done."
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