"You're saying… all the evidence, every last trace, has been erased?"
The morning after, I sat in Jasper's study, listening to the findings he'd gathered from his investigation. And yet, as he finished speaking, the disbelief and fury clenched so tightly in my chest that I could barely draw breath.
Aurora again? Or had Dylan meticulously wiped out every link, every shadow of a clue?
I had anticipated something like this, but that didn't ease the gnawing frustration building inside me.
Jasper read the storm on my face, nodded solemnly, then added with grim detail.
"The tart was discarded, labeled as poisoned and destroyed. It was the only concrete evidence, and they got rid of it. No one questioned the servants, not even the maid who brought it to the table. All fingers were pointed directly at you."
Of course. In Jasper's mind, the girl named Aurora didn't exist. To him, there was only Davina. But Godfrey… I still wasn't sure. Had he met the so-called heroine yet?
