Mara
“If she didn’t write it, then who did?” Darian asked.
“The same person who poisoned her,” I replied flatly. “And maybe the young staff member who turned up dead yesterday.”
Vander straightened up, clearly alarmed. “Someone was poisoned at the mansion?”
I nodded. “Yes. And if it isn’t Alaric, it’s Chase. One of them has someone in our house. I think it’s Chase.”
The weight of what I’d just said filled the room like smoke. The silence that followed was thick with unease. We were living with a killer. Eating their food. Breathing the same air.
“I think it’s time we lock down the entire mansion,” I said coldly. “We’ll detain the staff while Rowan scrubs the security footage. No one goes in or out without clearance. Not even delivery runs. I’ll cook my own meals going forward, no one
