HANNAH
Jace sucked in a sharp breath. “That b***h poisoned it.”
Of course.
I should have known. Not satisfied with all the damage she had already done, she had resorted to murder.
Gasps and murmurs of shock rippled through the room, but I wasn’t surprised. Not really.
For girls like Sophie, it was all or nothing. She couldn’t have Cade, so she decided no one else would. That pretty face of hers hid a heart as black as sin.
“Are we the first people you’ve served today?” I asked, speaking over the others.
“Yes,” the maids chorused.
“Good. Don’t serve anyone else. Throw everything away—the tea, the food, every ingredient in the kitchen. She could have poisoned any of it. Go. Now!”
The maids scrambled to their feet, hurriedly clearing the table before rushing to obey.
“Guards!” Cade
