The intelligence office was silent except for the crackle of the fire.
Theron sat at his desk; three documents spread before him. The first was the scrap of paper his agent had found in the north; the one with the single name. The second was a shipping manifest showing an unexplained payment to a courier service. The third was a personal letter, intercepted that morning, confirming everything.
He had known for weeks. He had hoped he was wrong.
The door opened. Aeron entered, followed by Kael and Seren. Theron had summoned them.
"You found something," Aeron said.
"I found everything." Theron pushed the documents across the desk. "The traitor. The one who warned Thorne. The one who has been feeding information to Vesper's faction for months."
Kael picked up the scrap of paper. His face went pale.
"No," he said.
"Yes."
Seren took the paper. The name was written in hurried script, but unmistakable.
*Captain Voss.*
***
They found him in the armoury, cleaning his sword.
