Natalia’s POV
“Celeste, did you put poison in the wine you gave Natalia last night?” my father asked. He ignored his wife completely, and although his voice was soft and quiet, there was an edge to it that made even my spine stiffened.
Helena’s eyes narrowed to slits. Behind her, Celeste hardened her expression—but I caught the briefest glimpse of panic there as she glanced at my belly again.
“How dare you, Alexander,” Helena snarled, folding her arms over her chest. “How dare you come here and accuse my child of attempted murder.”
“I’m not accusing anyone of anything,” my father said calmly, holding his hands up. “I’m asking a question. A question that needs an answer, considering someone is dead and it seems my pregnant daughter may have been the intended target.”
Helena’s eyes snap
