KIERAN’S POV
Gavin didn’t knock; he rarely did when he knew I was alone.
I was reviewing patrol schedules when he paused just inside the office, arms crossed, wearing that deliberately neutral look that always signaled he was about to drop something significant.
“They’ve been delivered.”
I didn’t look up right away, but my pen paused, hovering over the page—then continued its stroke as if nothing had changed. Only when I finished the line did I set it down and lift my gaze.
“Confirmed?”
“Yes,” he said. “Exactly as you specified.”
No crest. No signature. No trail that led back to Nightfang—or me.
“And?” I asked.
Gavin shifted, his gaze darting to the window and back, searching my face for the question I wouldn’t voice: How did Sera react?
“They weren’t received by Sera herself.”
I went rigid. Irritation flared instinctively, sharp and ugly.
I leaned back in my chair, muscles tensed. “Who did?”
“Maya.”
