Eve's POV
The package arrived on a Thursday morning.
Small. Brown paper. Vessa's handwriting on the front. Eve's name and nothing else.
Eve was in the kitchen when Silas brought it in. He set it on the table in front of her and sat down across from her without saying anything.
She looked at it.
There was a note tucked under the string.
I found them. They were in a private archive in the old Court library. Sealed under your father's name. Nobody had opened them in sixty years.
They were waiting for you.
— V
Eve set the note down.
Looked at the package.
Her hands were steady when she pulled the string to unwrap the paper.
Inside was a folder. Old. The leather cover worn soft at the corners. Her father's name written on the front in handwriting she had never seen before but recognized anyway. The same slant as her own. The same way the letters leaned slightly forward like they were in a hurry to get somewhere.
She opened it.
The first page was a letter.
