Chapter 95

Prescott's POV

‘The captive, I think he has something to say to you, your Majesty.’

I held my breath as I walked into the office building, my fist clenching and unclenching as I tried to control my outrage. Czar followed close behind, his presence like a shadow hanging over me.

Alpha Randale’s words rang in my ears like a bell, the memory of them sharp and insistent.

‘The captive said he didn't know the culprit's identity, but he was sure they were a royal warrior. He said they were dressed in an armour that has the nation's signature on it when they threatened him not to talk during the interrogation.’

With each step I took, I felt my anxiety growing, until it felt like a lead weight in my stomach. I grumbled, my head was spinning as I walked down the hallway.

‘Your Majesty, there's more. The captive said that the culprit was a rogue like himself. And he said he could sense Eruba's handmade tonic in their blood. One of the royal warriors is a rogue, your Majesty!’

It was like my bra