Vespera's POV
The kitchen was empty at this hour.
I waited until the servants had gone to bed, until the evening meal was cleared, until there was nothing but shadow and the smell of old herbs.
Greta came in through the back entrance. She looked terrified .
Good.
"Tell me," I said.
"The investigation," Greta whispered. "They found Talia. The trackers brought her back. Freya is working on a spell to break the memory suppression."
My hands clenched into fists.
Talia. Stupid, incompetent Talia. I'd paid her enough to keep her mouth shut even if they found her. I'd given her enough gold to disappear into the southern territories. But apparently the Alpha had sent trackers, and apparently they'd been more effective than I'd anticipated.
"How long until they break the spell?" I asked.
