Moments later,

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The safehouse was cold. She sat on the floor, her back to the wall, her legs crossed, her eyes on the screen in front of her. It was a secure terminal. Encrypted. Untraceable. The kind of equipment that cost more than most people made in a year.

She was reading a report.

Zodiac Capricorn had submitted it six hours ago. She'd found it in her inbox when she returned from the academy. She'd been staring at it for twenty minutes without moving.

Subject: Alpha King of the North - Grand Solstice Ball Attendance Verification

Findings: No official record of attendance exists. Palace logs show no entry under...