MAEVE'S POV
The black book wasn't in the Luna's rooms.
While my search had been rushed, I'd been thorough. I'd checked the shelves, behind the paintings, underneath the bed, in the closet—even the bathroom. Nothing.
I was just about to search the dresser when Serena walked in.
Serena, of all people.
For a second, I lost my composure, caught off guard by her sudden intrusion. Thankfully, I'd been a healer long enough to master the art of staying calm under pressure.
It came in handy as I faced off with my former best friend.
I could tell she didn't believe the story I'd fed her. She probably suspected something, but after I left the Luna's quarters, I put our terse exchange out of my mind.
Regardless of what Serena thought, she had no proof.
It was her word against mine.
If she tried to go public about catching me snooping, I could easily paint her as a jealous maniac with a personal vendetta against her fiancé's ex-mate.
