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Aria’s POV For a heartbeat, the air between us stilled. His expression didn’t change, but the tension in the room shifted, sharp and alive.Eros’s gaze locked with mine, and in that silence, I realized he was weighing something, truth against his instinct, fear against control. “I don’t suspect anyone.” He said, when he finally spoke, his voice was even, but quieter than before.The answer landed like a stone in my chest. He didn’t look away, didn’t flinch, but the calm in his eyes was too measured, and too deliberate. Like he believed what he was saying, or wanted to.I nodded slowly, pretending I understood. “Of course,” I murmured. “You trust your pack.”A shadow flickered across his face, something unreadable. “I do. I do trust them a lot.”I wanted to ask why, to tell him that trust was the easiest mask for betrayal but I bit my tongue. If I said Ronan’s name now, if I even hinted at my suspicion, I’d sound paranoid. Worse, I’d sound like someone planting seeds of doubt betwe

Aria’s POV He cut across the fields, his gait relaxed, as though someone hadn't died mysterious in the pack house some days ago. I waited for him to sneak, to slip away into the shadows like he had that night, but he didn’t. He went straight to his quarters, door closing behind him with a quiet thud.He didn’t attend any secret meeting. He had no masks on. No signs of guilt whatsoever. I just stood there in the cold night, feeling like a fool.Day after day, I tried again. Watching him. Asking carefully-worded questions. Searching for cracks in the story Ronan had woven so neatly.But nothing came.No secret vial.No witnesses.No trail.It was as if Cassia had truly poisoned herself.And the more I looked without finding any evidence, the more the doubts crept in.Maybe I was wrong.Maybe I was so desperate for Cassia’s innocence that I was chasing ghosts.Maybe Ronan wasn’t hiding anything at all.But my gut twisted, refusing to let me believe it.Because every time I saw his smi

Aria’s POV Eros’s face was unreadable, his aura so heavy it was suffocating. He lowered the note slowly, the weight of betrayal settling like ash across his shoulders.But me, I couldn’t move.It didn’t add up.Cassia’s trembling hands. Her wide, scared eyes. That perfect camera angle. How she was eager to help me know what Ronan was up to. The way she had knelt and giggled while helping me plan for Eros’s birthday.She didn’t look like someone plotting murder, she didn’t look like someone who has anything against the king.And the Cassia I knew, she wouldn’t have thrown her life away like this.I pressed a hand against my chest, trying to steady the storm raging there. My gaze shot to Ronan. He was too calm, like he planned this all. And when his eyes briefly caught mine across the chamber, something sharp and knowing flashed there.“No.” I muttered to myself, shaking my head frantically. Something was wrong.Cassia hadn’t poisoned herself.This was a setup.And Ronan... he was de

Aria’s POV And I was left carrying the weight of her mother’s pleas. Since her death, the chamber was thick with unease. The torches along the walls spat and flickered, painting shadows across the faces gathered around the long oak table. The elders sat in silence, their expressions grim, while Lowell stood at Eros’s side, his arms folded, his sharp eyes cutting through the restless murmurs of the guards.On the table lay the cracked vial, the poisoned cup, and Cassia’s folded apron. Each item seemed to hum with the weight of her absence.Eros had been pacing, his long strides eating up the stone floor. His aura pressed against the walls like a storm too vast to be contained. Finally, he stopped, planting his palms flat on the table.“We all know that Cassia’s death was no accident,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “And until I have the truth, no one is above suspicion.”His words rang out like a verdict. A murmur ran through the room, maids shifting nervously, guards exchanging un

Aria’s POV Her father stood frozen, his fists clenched, his lips trembling though no sound came out. His shoulders shook as if every ounce of him was collapsing inward.I couldn’t breathe.I had asked Cassia to help me. I had pulled her into this. And now she was lying dead on the floor, her parents’ grief tearing through the hall like knives and I didn’t know if it had anything to do with our plans tonight. Her mother’s tear-streaked face turned suddenly toward me. She crawled the short distance until she was at my knees, clutching at the fabric of my dress. “Luna,” she cried, “please you must find who did this. I trust you, I believe in you. Please don't let her death be for nothing.”Her desperation stabbed straight through me. My throat closed, words tangling. I placed my hands over hers, trembling. “I promise,” I whispered, though the words almost choked me. “Justice will be served. I swear it.”But inside, guilt howled in me.The investigation began almost immediately.Eros w

Aria’s POV The words punched the air from my lungs, what?!I shook my head violently. “No—no, you have to try again! Please try again!”“I’m sorry, Luna,” he said softly. “The poison was swift. She never stood a chance.”The poison?The word rang in my ears, rattling through my bones. My eyes fell back to the mug on the floor. She was killed with a poisoned coffee?My stomach churned, images tumbled too fast in my mind. Cassia’s wide smile, her chatter about Eros, the way she’d promised to help me with Ronan. My chest squeezed until I thought I might break in half.Someone killed her, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.But who could it be?And why would they kill such an easy going person like her? Yes she talked too much, but that was it, and her talks were fun. Who could have done this… then my thoughts drifted to the last person I had seen with a cup of coffee. Ronan. He was there last night, sneaking in the shadows. He had brought me coffee himself earlier, standing