The thing about good liars is they actually aren't lying. They hand you the minimum viable truth, just enough to end the conversation, and most of the time, you thank them on your way out.
Kael watched Lord Solandris's eyes move across the text at a speed only a dragon lord at full cognitive capacity could manage.
"Instructions," he said after eight seconds. "Necromantic in nature, from what I can gather. Consistent with the events of last night."
A dead head talking. The most obvious reading of the most obvious event, delivered as though it were a conclusion rather than a starting point.
Jaxon was buying everything they were selling. Cute. Kael wasn't.
"Give me a few days with the letter," Marek said. "I can decode what's here and send my findings to you directly, Jaxon."
"That works," Kael replied before Jaxon could answer. "You're holding a duplicate of the original."
The sentence landed on the table between them.
