Isadora's POV.
I threw my bag on the chair and looked at Cassian who looked tired. Or was it anger I didn't f*****g care.
“Where were you the night Lavinia died?” I asked turning to look at him with anger, fingers clenched knuckles white.
“This again. If you are going to accuse me of Lavina death, can you at least bring evidence.”
He reached out to remove his tie, throwing his mask on the bed.
“I am being serious. You are the king. You were to be her husband before I did. She died…when she was with you. Every finger point at you.”
He turned to me and c****d his head. “And you think it's ideal telling me that? What if I am the killer. We are sharing the same room aren't we?”
I took a step closer to Cassian, my eyes locked on his. "Don't play dumb with me, Cassian. I know you're hi
