I studied the map spread across my desk, marking potential entry points to Lord Malachi Ravenscroft's estate. Cassian and Reed stood on either side of me, their expressions equally focused.
"The servants' entrance here," I said, tapping the parchment, "provides the least visible approach. Reed, you'll enter first and neutralize any guards."
Reed nodded. "How many men should I expect?"
"My sources indicate at least four patrolling the grounds at night," I replied. "Cassian, you'll follow once Reed signals it's clear."
"And you, Your Grace?" Cassian asked.
"I'll enter through the main study window. It's rarely locked according to our informant."
I rolled up the map, satisfied with our plan. Isabella would remain completely unaware of what we were doing tonight. Her safety was paramount—knowing the details would only worry her unnecessarily.
