By evening, I had gathered everything I needed, copied the logs, hidden footage, timestamps, and correlation maps.
Nothing that would make them suspect I knew, but everything I needed to track their movements without tipping my hand.
I sat at Adrian's desk, the city lights glowing behind me, the night pressing against the glass. My hair fell around my face as I leaned over the holographic displays, connecting patterns I wasn't supposed to see.
A message was forming. A network, and at the center are Gracia, Kael, and someone else, like a third signal, faint, masked, but present.
The Veil.
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Adrian had only been gone for twenty hours when the first wrong thing happened.
I didn't notice it immediately. My morning had been ordinary: the hum of the house, the soft click of distant security doors, the faint citrus scent of Adrian lingering in the hallway where he'd hugged me before leaving.
