Unable to shake off the unsettling feeling from the whole breakfast ordeal, I pushed the remaining food on my plate around without any appetite.
Paranoia had decided to take root, and every glance from the two of them felt like a potential trap.
I felt used and ashamed. Why had I been so trusting when they clearly hadn't trusted me?
I've let all of Kendrick's talk of respect cloud my judgment. I didn't know anything about the King or Prince, and now I was even more confused.
The two of them seemed kind, funny, and even somewhat like a normal family.
But now, after they admitted to poisoning me, there was no way I could trust them.
Even if it didn't harm me, what if it would have? What would they have done then?
Alex—no—Prince Alexander, he wasn't my friend. I wasn't going to address
