Cold Certainty

Vanya’s gaze snapped back and forth between Valera and the Rogue King. "Wait, the exact same person? How does that work?" She leaned forward, searching Valera's face for any sign of a joke. "If she is the Oracle, why point Malachi toward the Silver Wolf over a decade ago, only to swoop in and save you and Magnus from a pack of feral rogues recently?"

Valera sank back into the leather of her seat,