The letters were in Selene's sitting room.
He had not searched her rooms. He wanted to be precise about that — he had not crossed that line, had not given himself the authority to examine her private space based on suspicion alone. What had happened was that Selene had gone to the southern border for two days on the alliance correspondence he had authorized, and her personal maid — a girl named Tova who had been in the pack since before Selene arrived and whose loyalty was to the pack rather than to its current Luna — had come to Damon at seven in the morning with a folded piece of cloth and an expression that said she had been holding this decision for a long time and had finally made it.
The cloth was from a fireplace. A section of fabric that had been partly burned — not fully, the wa
