POV: Kaelira
I ran my thumb over the faint then I pressed lines on the page and my breath caught in my throat.
"Ronan," I said. "Look at this."
He crossed the room quickly and leaned over my shoulder, then I tilted the book toward the lamp so the light hit the page at an angle, the way I had seen Nessa do once with a letter she suspected had been copied in a hurry.
"Someone wrote over this page while it was still bound in the book," I said. "Pressed hard enough to leave a mark on the page beneath it."
"Can you read it?" Ronan asked.
"Not like this," I said. "I need something to rub across it. Charcoal, or the side of a pencil."
Ronan called for one of the guards standing near the archive door, and a moment later a stick of soft drawing charcoal was pressed into my hand, the kind scr
