Sloane Altherin.
I kept repeating that name in my head over and over again. She was the only one I could think of, the only one who I knew for certain had something to do with this.
The Dowager.
My mother-in-law might be involved too, I couldn't forget her glares that day at the ball, but there were so many, coming from every angle. It could be the entire empire had it coming for me.
But if they were, then the attack wouldn't have been like this. I narrowed my eyes. The way Talia was mauled and suspended to the wall, not completely dead but barely alive. The culprit was trying to make a statement.
Not many who are hostile toward their monarch's human bride will have time for that. They'd have gone for a full kill, but this culprit targeted my handmaids.
Drevon had explained to me earlier that Osha was incapacitated to keep her from shifting. I, on the other hand, coincidentally found my way to where they were, and I wasn't attacked until I saw them.
