MAEVE'S POV
Perhaps it had fallen behind the shelves?
I dropped to my hands and knees and craned my neck to have a good look behind the shelves. It was futile.
There was nothing. Not in drawers, or shelves, or anywhere!
It took everything not to sweep everything off the late Alpha's desk in frustration. My heart raced, agitation blistering in my blood.
This was disappointing. I had high hopes for this place.
If it wasn't with Lydia, or with Roderick—where could it be? Surely Roderick wouldn't hand over such incriminating material to Ivan.
Inasmuch as I hated to admit it, Ivan and Roderick were two different men. Roderick was sewn from the same ugly cloth as Lydia, but somehow Ivan was untouched by the worst of their evils.
And I was certain they wouldn't want Ivan to learn that their precious pack and throne was built on blood and corruption.
So where the fuck could it be? I wasn't supposed to be in Ash Creek for this long!
