Maeve’s POV
A book arrived in the early afternoon.
It was a slim, worn volume tucked beneath a stack of the usual reading materials that the pack librarian would send every week, history, politics, and philosophy.
But I hadn’t request it.
The guard who delivered it wore the royal crest, and though his face was unreadable, something in the way he lingered made my stomach tighten.
Was this another of Kael’s secret ways to get me reading his books?
I waited until the guard was gone before slipping the unfamiliar book from the bottom of the stack.
Its leather binding was cracked with age, the title faded. I turned it over in my hands, frowning.
I don’t remember requesting for a book and more so, I wouldn’t read something like this.
The moment I opened it, a folded scrap of parchme
