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CHAPTER 148 — WHO DID THIS?

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THIRD PERSON POV

Rowan moved through the main house like a man with a clock in his chest.

He started in the kitchen.

Osa was the first person he found. She was awake as the commotion of the healer being called had traveled fast through the house — and she was standing near the counter with her hands clasped together, her face tight with worry.

"The Queen's morning tray," Rowan said. "Who touched it today?"

"I prepared it myself," Osa said. "Same as every morning."

"Did you leave the kitchen at
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