During the first survey, while Phei had still been busy with the shoot and the first quarter of the interview was only beginning to sharpen its teeth, Eira had not been idle. She had swept through everything she could reach about the Legacy Families, peeling through their histories, their hidden movements, their old alliances, their stains, private sins, pretty lies, and the ugly little corners they had dressed in noble curtains.
Unless the secret stood guarded by an artifact beyond the rank of her perception, chained beneath a bloodline seal, veiled by divine obstruction, hidden behind whatever other ruinously expensive nonsense the great legacy families had spent generations inventing to keep the world out, she could see it.
Unfortunately, there were many such protections, because the Legacy Families were not simple, and anyone who thought they were had probably mistaken old monsters for rich people with better clothes.
Still, Eira had discovered a lot.
Too much, really.
