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“None confirmed.”

Anik’s gaze didn’t leave Veyr. “You know how they think.”

Veyr’s jaw tightened. He looked away, toward the window where a lone transport was lifting off.

“No.”

Anik didn’t push. He just waited, slate resting lightly in his hand.

“I know the rules they live by. The channels. The silence.”

“That’s more than we have.”

Veyr said nothing. His fingers pressed into the edge of the med-bed, whitening at the knuckles.

I watched the line of his shoulders, the way he held himself too still. That would matter later. Not now.

Anik turned to me. “This won’t be over soon.”

“I didn’t think it would be.”

“We can force open reviews. Multiple divisions.”

“Starting with Reproductive Admin.”

“Yes.”

“Central Review.”

“Yes.”

“The Veil?”

“Where we can reach it.”

I nodded slowly. “But you don’t know who gave the order, how far up it goes, or when it began.”

“No, but we know at least six years.”

Because of the royal credential.

Anik did not change the screen immediately. “There is one part we were able to trace further.”

I looked at him. “Which part?”

His attention shifted briefly toward Veyr before returning to the slate.

“The Ghost identifiers.”

Veyr’s posture changed beside me.

Anik opened another record, and two columns appeared.

One military.

One reproductive.

I recognized Veyr’s identifier before I understood what I was seeing.