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Dorian steps beside me, careful of the space between us. "There's a cost to today. The guard will report it. I can't keep you off the council's books for now. BUT they'll want to see you. Soon."

"Then we get ahead of it," I say. "Same terms. You prepare me for everything before I face them."

"Everything," he says.

22

DORIAN

"They'll seat you across from Helena," I tell Avery. We stand at the head of the stair, salt-damp stone going down into darkness. "She is the Head of Vampire Council and runs the chamber by letting others speak first. She'll let the elders draw blood first, but don't mistake restraint for mercy. Every question in that chamber belongs to her before it even gets to you."

Avery adjusts the strap of her bag. "And the law."

"Memory law. To them, human knowledge is a wound — they witness it, bind it, or bury it. Burying means alteration. It's centuries old, and not about you."

"Ok."

"The difference between answering and offering — answer what they ask, volunteer nothing. If you explain more than you're asked, then you may give them a reason to do what I'd rather they didn't."

We enter the door, and I keep Avery just behind me. The elders sit on a curved bench of black stone. Seven of them, Helena at the center. They do not rise. Judgment has furniture now, and it's the day for it. Avery sits, and I stand behind showing no fear.

Helena speaks without preamble. "Dorian Valek. You've brought a human who knows our law, our feeding, our secrecy, and Lucien's name. She breathes. She is unaltered. Explain why."

"Because she's useful, in ways this bench is not. We watched one tunnel outlet for a year. She read it in dead seals and found the other two — Lucien's runs. Her work is why we know how deep he's gone."

"Useful," an elder repeats, as if the word soils his mouth. Helena lifts two fingers, and the bench opens.

"Useful is not the question," says the elder at the right end. "Precedent is. We have buried witnesses for a thousand years. If we keep one because she's clever, we start keeping the next. Our secret will be out there before we can snap necks."

"She is exposure," another says. Older, drier. "Every hour she remembers, the wound stays open. The kindest law we have is the one that closes it. Alter her. Send her home empty."

His fingers worry the signet at his thumb, rubbing the old seal until the skin beneath it shines raw. He is not arguing like a judge. He is arguing like a man who needs the witness removed before she learns which door to open.

Helena's gaze moves to Avery at last. "Dr. Quinn. Your career is built on evidence, publication, and proof. Explain why this chamber should trust a human."

None of them are wrong, from where they sit. I need to step in. I don't, because I know she's capable of standing with this.

"I'm not asking to join you," Avery says. Even, controlled, the anger held where it's useful. "Tracy has paired throat marks and a story laid over them that her body doesn't believe. O…Owen has photographs of feeding sites he can't read yet. The gray residue is already in a lab report, and the Saltline stencil is in my evidence file. Three active outlets you didn't know existed until I counted dead seals. Your secrecy isn't failing because of Dorian, or me. I noticed it in the evidence and that's why it's already failing."

The bench is quiet.

"Erase me," she says, "and that evidence could get seen by many others some day. I can help keep it on the low down instead of being erased. I don't aspire to be like any of the people I've seen erased. Being confused is my worst nightmare."

The dry elder's lip curls. "And if the council decides the risk outweighs the use?"

I step forward, between Avery and the bench without touching her, and let them see what I've kept folded away.

"Then understand what you'd be deciding. Her mind is not available to this chamber. Any hand raised to alter her answers to me before it answers to Lucien. I've served this council longer than most of you have sat that bench. Weigh the cost of making me a problem."

Helena's eyes move to me, sharp and reading. I almost grab Avery and leave at speed, but then Celeste speaks.

"There's a third option," she says from the side. "You're arguing witness or burial as if those are the only doors. They were, when burial worked. It isn't working.."

An elder moves to object. She talks over him, flat.

"I don't trust her. I've said so to her face. But she found what we couldn't, and our old methods are leaking. Bind her as a protected witness. Conditional. Field liaison until Lucien is stopped, under terms she can't break. Use the asset; don't burn it out of fear."

Half the bench turns toward her; the other half hardens. The room divides along a line already there, that Avery made visible. Helena lets it run, then closes her hand.