"Here. Take this."
Amelia slid a folded document across the table, her gloved fingers lingering on it for only a second before retreating. "It's the list of items prepared for the auction."
I unfolded the parchment. The ink was fresh, the handwriting elegant but hurried—names of relics, rare elixirs, forbidden grimoires. A catalog of greed dressed up as prestige.
As expected of the Frost family. With their discreet connections to the underworld, they had clearly secured this information ahead of time.
"Let's see…" My eyes scanned down the neat columns. "A coral branch staff, among other things."
"That one's mine," Amelia cut in immediately, her voice firm, cold.
I chuckled. "Of course. Would I ever expect a collaborator to work for nothing?"
She didn't react to my teasing, simply folded her arms and let the silence hang between us. I skimmed further down the list until I spotted what I was after.
The Frostroot.
