Gideon had recounted everything that transpired in court that day, his voice low and sharp like the edge of a blade.
Lara listened intently, her fists clenched under the table. She had only one name echoing in her mind.
Mira.
But she knew better than to accuse her outright. Not without proof. Not when her family might think it was all jealousy or paranoia. No, Mira was too clever, too calculated. And Lara had no intention of losing this game by playing it rashly.
That evening, in the dim glow of her study, Lara worked with Gideon on a new design—a tryke. Even Peredur and Percival had joined the impromptu sketching session. Lara provided the concept, and her brothers brought it to life on parchment with quick, eager hands.
