Liora’s POV
I threw everything off the table in a blind fury. Plates shattered against the stone wall, splintering into jagged pieces that scattered across the filthy floor.
A half-empty jug of water tipped over, spilling everywhere. I didn't care.
Last night, I couldn't take it anymore. Hiding like a rat while that b***h Hazel stole everything I'd worked for? No. I had to see it for myself.
My ally had given me a potion—a murky vial that smelled like rotten herbs and promised to mask my scent from the king's hounds and those nosy guards. I slipped it down my throat, gagging on the bitterness, then waited in the dark until the palace was completely quiet.
The wretch of a hiding spot he stashed me in was just outside the city walls, a forgotten shack buried in the woods. But I knew
