My entire world tips. My vision goes dark for one second, two seconds, three. And then I can see again, focusing on Alexanne's victorious little smile. I reach out and slap it off her face.
She holds a hand up to her cheek, surprised, "My, my, don't take out your anger out on me."
"You said you didn't know where she was. You said you didn't take her."
"You know, Admira, did you honestly think that I would tell you the truth? You are rather foolish. However, I didn't take her. I was telling the truth. I never kidnapped Grace."
"If you didn't kidnap her, how did you know that she is dead?"
She smiles, "Isaak told me."
"How would he know?"
"He was the one who kidnapped her."
My blood runs cold. Alexanne's polite courter kidnapped Grace? Why would he do that? How would he even know whe
