The heavy wooden door of the master suite clicked shut, sealing us inside the quiet, candlelit chamber. I stood near the hearth, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, staring at the man wearing my husband's face.
"Why was she terrified of you?" I asked, my voice cutting sharply through the silence. "The Witch Doctor. She already knew you weren't Draven, and she clearly didn't care about the threat of your political power. But when she looked at you outside that cabin, she was shaking like a leaf. What did you say to her inside that room?"
The imposter pulled off his heavy gloves, tossing them onto the mahogany desk without looking at me. "You ask too many questions, Seraphina."
"I am the Duchess of this Keep, and that man you are occupying is my husband!" I took a sharp step toward him, my eyes narrowing. "What do you actually want? What is your goal here?"
