"There were seventeen of us."
Theron's voice was growing weaker as blood continued to seep from his wound. We'd moved him to a more comfortable position against the cellar wall, but Elena had confirmed what I'd suspected. The knife had pierced his lung. He was dying slowly and painfully.
"Seventeen conspirators?" Kael asked, writing down names as Theron spoke. "Who were they?"
"Some you know. Some you've never suspected. Lord Ashford was one, obviously. He died during the arrests. Lady Meridian of House Darkwater, she's still alive, still in the castle, still pretending to be loyal. Lord Voss from the southern territories, he's been funneling money to our cause for years." Theron paused to cough, each hack sending spasms of pain across his face. "Then there are the hidden ones. The servants, the guards, the people no one notices but who see and hear everything."
"Names," Captain Thorne demanded. "We need specific names so we can round them up before they cause more damage."
