Elsa
“ Stop Lying, Lucas, You are the Baron,” I said, unable to figure out who to trust and who to be weary of. Adam was on the floor, and if he didn’t get help, he would die. I needed to wrap this up, but hearing Anna’s laughter and Lucas’s words, I knew this was far from over.
“I’m not the Baron, Elsa,” Knight, now Lucas, said, his voice weak as he shifted back into his human form, blood still dripping from the wound where my claws had pierced him. “Adam is. Adam and Anna have been working together. That’s why I was looking for him.” His voice faltered, and he collapsed to the floor, weakened and barely conscious.
I pulled my claws out of him, my heart racing with a mix of anger, confusion, and fear. Adam couldn’t be the Baron—I knew it deep in my soul. But if it wasn’t Adam, then it
