Lina's POV
I hadn't slept properly in two days.
My mind kept spinning, circling around the fragments of information I'd managed to piece together about what had happened in Burndale.
Chloe wouldn't tell me the truth, so I'd gone behind her back and contacted some old friends still living there.
The masquerade ball. Edward publicly declaring his feelings for Chloe. His audacious claim that he'd marry into the Sinclair family.
And Katrina—sweet Moon Goddess, Katrina had been drugged at that same party. If Castellan hadn't gotten her out of there in time, if he hadn't protected her...
I pressed my palms against my closed eyes, forcing the terrible possibilities away.
That was what I could find out. What people were willing to whisper about in careful phone calls and enc
