Chapter 325

Elara’s POV

I slid the packet of documents Zarek had secured into Zorath’s hands the next morning. The paper still smelled faintly of iron and smoke, the scent of Vane always clinging to the things he touched.

Zorath skimmed the first page, his brow furrowing. “Three years ago, Declan was only just claimed by the Vanes as their long-lost bastard son. And three years ago, records in the Prime Citad