Marcus came back on day three with information that was either exactly what we needed or proof we were completely screwed, and honestly I couldn't tell which because my brain kept bouncing between this might actually work and we're all going to die.
"She was there." He spread papers across the conference table while everyone crowded around. "Fifteen years ago. Stayed for six months under the name Catherine Thorn. Left before anyone realized who she was."
Catherine Thorn. Cassia Blackthorn. Not even trying to hide the connection, which was either arrogant or she wanted to be found eventually.
"Did she leave anything behind?" Draven's voice was clinical but I caught his tension through the bond. "Research notes? Personal items? Anything that might tell us where she went?"
"Better." Marcus pulled up photos on his tablet. "She left an entire workshop. The witch enclave preserved it after she left—thought it might be historically significant. They had no idea who she actually was."
