POV: Kaelira
I was already on my feet before the guard finished his sentence, and Ronan were already at the door.
We moved through the corridor fast, guards falling into step around us, and my mind kept circling one single thought, over and over, that book had my mother's handwriting in it, pages she had filled before she died, and now it was gone.
My chambers were exactly as I had left them except for the window standing open and the cold night air pushing the curtains in slow, restless waves.
"Nothing else is missing," Nessa said, standing near my dresser with her arms wrapped around herself. "I checked everything twice. Just the book."
"Just the book," I repeated.
Ronan crossed to the window and examined the frame closely, running his fingers along the edge where the latch should
