Kalev’s POV

I found Viktor alone. Everyone had left the main room since it was long past midnight. I’d debated confronting him face to face. But I had to.

He knew something about the spire. I was sure of it. He was the one who had changed the games to ensure that the winner now touched the spire.

The drawings from the file flashed through my mind. My family had signed those papers. Which meant my family had either designed the spire, or approved its design.

Either way, my family was implicated in this.

Endrick was at a loss. He couldn’t figure out what the spire was for any better...