Elena found Logan on the eastern wall at dawn, the two letters still folded against her chest, her heart beating faster than the walk up the stairs should have caused.
"I need to show you something," she said, "and I need you to listen without interrupting until I finish."
Logan turned from the view of the forest beyond the palace walls, studying her expression carefully. "You look like someone who found an answer she was not prepared for."
"I found several," Elena said, holding out the letters. "Read them. Both of them."
Logan took the pages carefully, and Elena watched his expression shift as he read, surprise giving way to something heavier, more complicated, by the time he reached her mother's second letter.
"The son of the woman who saved my life," he read aloud, quietly, as thou
