I frowned at the detailed floor plans spread across my desk, tracing potential entry points with my fingertip. Lord Ravenscroft's mansion was a labyrinth of secret passages and hidden chambers—exactly what you'd expect from a man with so many secrets.
"This eastern corridor connects to what appears to be a series of private rooms," I explained, pointing to a narrow passage on the blueprint. "According to our informant, Ravenscroft keeps his most sensitive documents here."
Cassian leaned closer, studying the diagram. "Security?"
"Two guards at all times, rotating shifts every four hours," I replied. "And apparently, the hallway floor has been specially designed to creak—impossible to traverse silently."
Reed snorted from his position by the window. "Creaking floors? Amateur tactics. I could dance a jig down that hallway without making a sound."
