Chapter 107: Paper Trails and Old Blood
Elyn's POV
I stared at the paper in my hand for a long, silent second.
Then I slammed it down on the desk and shouted, "Jackpot."
Every head in the office snapped toward me.
Morthen nearly dropped the stack of files he'd been organizing. Naviel straightened instantly, glasses catching the light. Ignivar was already moving toward me before I even finished the word, hand half-hovering near his sword out of habit.
"What is it?" Naviel asked sharply.
"Did you find something?" Ignivar added.
Morthen blinked behind his glasses. "My lady?"
I lifted the paper like it was proof of a crime—which, in a way, it was. My heart was beating faster now, that sharp, electric rhythm that came when instinct and logic finally clicked together.
"I found the source," I said. "Or at least the spine of it. The connection that ties the trafficking ring together."
The room shifted immediately. Exhaustion retreated. Focus snapped into place.
