"Let's say… I have a way," Primrose said carefully. "Would you still be willing to help Hazelle?"
Raven blinked in confusion. "Your Majesty … didn't you hear what I said earlier? We can't—"
"Just assume I can get the secret words," Primrose interrupted firmly. "Don't worry about the how. Just answer my question."
Raven still looked hesitant, her brows slightly furrowed. But finally, she nodded and said, "Yes. I'm willing to help her, Your Majesty."
Primrose gave a small nod. "Good. That's all I needed to hear." She placed her fingers against her chin, her mind working quickly. "Now listen carefully. I want everything to be over by tomorrow. I really can't stand seeing his face any longer."
Every time she saw Silas, the first thing that hit her was how much she had trusted him in the past, and every time, it made her skin crawl.
How could she have trusted that snake before?