Too Late To Beg, My Alpha
From the way he had died and what the healer had said, mumbling some medical shit, the only thing I understood was that he'd died by poisoning, which meant someone who had been close enough, long enough, to do it without detection.
The evidence pointed in one direction, and I had spent weeks telling myself that evidence and truth were not always the same thing, which was either wisdom or cowardice, and I could not, in the honest dark of this room, decide which.
Dahlia.
She was the person who had gone to give him the food, and minutes later, he was lying dead, blood dripping down the side of his face.