Never Reject A Secret Luna Heiress
“Then you must have proof.”
“Of course, I got proof with me,” Percy replied.
He gestured, and an attendant stepped forward, carrying a sealed wooden case. The click as it opened sounded unnaturally loud in the hall.
Inside lay a worn notebook. It contained my researches on every thing related mutated wolves. Its leather cover was cracked at the corners, darkened by years of use. On the inside cover, faint but unmistakable, was my handwriting.
Percy lifted it with care. “This,” he said, “is Rue’s original research notebook.”