Damian looking at Vessa and feeling sothing cold and precise settle over everything.
"What changed," he said.
"Soone warned them," Vessa said. "That night. Soone inside Malachai’s operation who had a limit....who would move against a succession claim but not against a child." She paused. "They warned Lilith specifically. Gave her enough ti to get the baby out before...." She stopped. "Before the rest of it."
"Who," Eve asked.
"I don’t know their na," Vessa said. "I’ve spent twenty years trying to find it. They covered themselves completely." She paused. "What I know is that they saved your life. And that Malachai has been looking for them ever since." A pause. "Which ans they’re still alive. Still hidden. Still afraid of him." She looked at Eve. "Finding them would give us a witness to everything. Not just the vault. Not just the vote record. Soone who was inside the operation and watched it happen."
Eve looked at the folder.
At the fourth section.
She picked it up.
Read it.
Set it down.
Looked at Damian.
"Three things," she said. "Uncle Raphael goes into the vault. We find the witness. And we do both before Malachai finds his next angle."
"That’s a short window for three things," Damon said.
"Then we move fast," she said.
She looked at Vessa.
"Can you find the witness," she said.
Vessa looked at her.
"I’ve been trying for years," she said.
"I know," Eve said. "But you’ve been trying alone." She paused. "You’re not alone anymore."
An expression crossed Vessa’s face, the sa Evesaw on her face when they first t her at Aldenre.
She nodded once.
"Then yes," she said. "I think I can."
***
Damian wrote to Raphael that evening.
Sealed it himself. Sent it through Vessa’s courier.....the only channel he trusted completely right now.
He kept it short.
He always kept things short when they mattered most.
We need you to go into the sub level. There’s a vault. We need what’s inside it. I know what I’m asking. I wouldn’t ask if there was another way.
Tell yes or no. Either answer is acceptable.
— D
****
Eve’s POV
The answer ca in two days.
Not through the courier system.
Through the bond.
Eve felt Raphael before the letter arrived....a feeling, that connection between them, the incubus thread that ran differently from the mate bond, older and stranger and always slightly apart from everything else. It had been quiet since she ca ho. Present but quiet. The way it went when he was focused on sothing else entirely.
Then it shifted.
She was in the kitchen at seven in the morning when it happened. Coffee in hand. Maya across from her eating toast with the focused commitnt of soone who had decided that regular als were non negotiable going forward and was holding herself to it.
The bond shifted.
Eve went still.
Maya looked at her.
"What," Maya said.
"Nothing," Eve said.
Then the letter arrived.
Lena brought it in twenty minutes later.
Eve was still at the kitchen table.
She looked at the handwriting on the front.
Raphael’s. Unmistakable, the specific slant of soone who had learned to write in a different century and never fully modernized it.
She opened it.
One word.
Yes.
And underneath it in smaller writing....
Give four days. Keep Damian calm. — R
Eve read it twice.
Set it down.
Picked up her coffee.
Maya was watching her.
"Good news or terrifying news," Maya said.
"Both," Eve said.
Maya nodded. "The usual then."
***
She took it to Damian’s study.
Put it on the desk in front of him without saying anything.
He picked it up and read it.
Read the second line.
Sothing moved through his face that was almost humor.
"Keep Damian calm," he said.
"His words, not mine" Eve smiled.
Damian set the letter down.
Looked at the window.
Four days.
Raphael in a sub level that wasn’t supposed to exist retrieving docunts from a vault belonging to a man who had been looking for ways to end the Seraphim line for two decades.
Four days of not knowing.
Of waiting.
Of trusting Raphael to do what Raphael had always done.....move through dangerous spaces with the specific competence of soone who had been doing it for centuries and had not been caught yet.
"Alright," Damian said.
"Alright?" Eve said.
He looked at her.
"I’m calm," he said.
"I know," she said.
"I’m extrely calm."
"Damian."
"I’m fine," he said.
She looked at him.
He looked back.
"I hate waiting," he said.
"I know," she said.
She sat down across from him.
Put her hand on the desk between them.
He put his over it.
They sat like that for a mont.
Outside the window the estate was going about its morning. Ordinary. Unchanged. The specific texture of a household that had gotten its people back and was still exhaling around them.
Four days.
They could do four days.
***
She found Vessa in the library.
The old woman had claid it quietly over the past two days, arriving early, leaving late, the high shelves gradually giving up their contents as she worked through them like soone who had been doing research for a very long ti and knew exactly how to move through old material.
She looked up when Eve ca in.
Eve showed her the letter.
Vessa read it.
Nodded once.
"Good," she said. "He’s the right person."
"I know," Eve said.
She sat down across from Vessa at the library table.
Looked at the open books. The careful notes in Vessa’s precise handwriting. The specific architecture of years of watching being organized into sothing usable.
"The witness," Eve said.
"I’ve been thinking about it since Aldenre," Vessa said. "Since before Aldenre." She set down her pen. "I’ve eliminated most possibilities over the years. Process of exclusion. Everyone who was close enough to Malachai’s operation that night to know what the plan was and have access to Lilith directly." She paused. "The list is short now. Three nas. Maybe four."
"And," Eve said.
"And one of them is still findable," Vessa said. "The others are dead or disappeared so completely that forty one years hasn’t surfaced them." She paused. "This one....I have a location. Approximate. Soone who went quiet after that night and has been quiet ever since but didn’t disappear. Just.....withdrew. Went small. Built a life that didn’t touch any of this."
"Who," Eve said.
Vessa looked at her.
"A woman nad Sable," she said. "She was Malachai’s personal archivist. For twelve years. Had access to everything.....every docunt, every decision, every record he ever touched." She paused. "She left his service eight months after your parents died. Gave no reason. Took nothing with her." Another pause. "Malachai has been looking for her for twenty years. He hasn’t found her."
"Because she’s good at hiding," Eve said.
"Because she learned from the best," Vessa said. "She spent twelve years watching how he made people disappear. She used every thod she’d seen him use." A pause. "The difference is she used them on herself."
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