Ava’s POV
Anna and I sat together in my chambers, still talking about the girl’s death. The news had spread fast, and everyone was shaken by how suddenly it had happened.
“I just don’t understand,” Anna muttered, her fingers twisting the fabric of her dress. “She was locked up. No food. No water. No way to get anything from the outside. So how was she poisoned?”
I shook my head. “It doesn’t make sense. Charles and Amelia checked everything. Arthur did too. The guards who were watching her—” I paused, glancing toward the door as if someone might be listening. “Do you think someone was a traitor?
Anna leaned closer. “That’s not true, Arthur would have known if there was someone like that here.”
“Arthur is a devil Alpha not some god, how is he supposed to know people's mind?” I eyed.
“So are you suggesting someone in this place is a traitor?” She frowned.
“It's a possibility,” I defended, taking in deep breaths.
A shiver ran down my spine. The idea that someone in the palace, a person
