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“If she’s pissed at me for dropping by, she can send me away.”

“She’s in her office,” Eran said.

“I know the way.”

Adam started in that direction.

“Regardless, I will escort you.”

“Have a good visit!” the guy at the desk called before stage-whispering, “Big fan.”

Eran rolled her eyes.

“Intern?” Adam asked.

“Work study from the king’s school.”

“He seems like a nice kid.”

“He is very . . . earnest.”

She said it like the boy didn’t use deodorant or something.

Oh well, not every attempt at bridging differences was going to go as well as whatever Emily and Dautre were doing.

Eran knocked on Argent’s door.

“Send him in, Eran.”

The elf gave Adam a curt nod and marched away.

“She’s fun,” Adam said when he opened the door.

“She is learning.” Argent sat behind her desk. She leaned back into her fancy chair with its mesh fabric. “Twice as many visits in as many days. I’m honored, Page.”

“Hey, you came to my work.”

“So I did. What is that?”

“I was hoping you could tell me.”

Adam laid the blank pages on the desk.

“I know it’s from Alfheimr. I know elven magic was used to erase whatever was on it, the rituals Lore sent Cole to summon the banshees, but that’s about it.”

Argent lifted one of the thick sheets and he would have sworn her hand trembled a little.

“Who else knows about this?”

He paused before he answered.

This was the part in a spy movie when he said “no one” and she killed him to hide the secret.

“Dautre,” he said. “And Emily, but they don’t know about the magic, only about the parchment.”

“Good. You should have a seat.”

“Is it what we needed? Is it evidence against the knight?”