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“It’s done,” he said quietly.
My pulse shifted watching Nyssa continue toward the house. She disappeared inside it.
Only then did I turn. “All of it?
Knox nodded. “Everything.”
“Where?”
“Secondary site.”
“Who moved it?”
“Me. Falcon. Rook.”
“No one else?”
“No.”
“Route?”
“Changed twice.”
“Followed?”
“Negative.
“Cameras?”
“Clean.”
Relief came.
Thin.
Temporary.
Enough.
I nodded. The material beneath the study was gone. Every file. Every recording. Every photograph. Every name. Every piece of a past I’d spent years burying beneath stone.
Nyssa couldn’t find it. The thought should’ve settled me. Instead, her face outside Bethany’s room returned.
The truth.
Fuck
“Alaric.”
Knox hadn’t moved.
“What?”
His expression had changed. I knew that look. There was more.
“What?’
He reached inside his jacket. Pulled out an envelope. Plain. White. No writing.
