Chapter 22

Ronan's POV

My grandfather's archive had three locks, two hidden bolts, and a door thick enough to survive a siege.

Someone had opened all of them without leaving a mark.

Tamsin ran her fingers over the final lock and swore quietly. "No forced entry. Whoever came through here had a key or knew the mechanism."

"How many people know this room exists?" Mara asked.

"Before tonight? Four. Me, Maeve, Tamsin, and my father before he died."

Lucien looked over my shoulder. "You forgot the mysterious fifth person who apparently has excellent taste in burglary."

"You are helping less than usual."

"I did not know that was possible."

Mara stepped between us and pushed th