I should have waited.
That was the correct choice.
The smart choice.
The choice a woman made when she had already been humiliated under the moon, dragged into council politics before breakfast, and left alone in a house full of tension with a sealed letter from her enemy burning in her palm.
Unfortunately, I was not feeling especially smart.
I was feeling curious.
Angry.
Worried.
And far too aware of the fact that Selene had wanted me to read this before Kade came back.
That part mattered.
A lot.
Mara stood three feet away with the expression of a woman watching me consider jumping barefoot into a fire after being advised against it six times.
“Don’t,” she said.
I looked down at the folded note.
The moon crest had already been broken.
Whoever sealed it had wanted authority.
