TWENTY-FIVE
Bianca walked the lake trails without seeing them, her mind roiling with more and more terrible possibilities. Her sisters were poisoning people. The adventurers they'd sneered at might have been fools, but that didn't mean they deserved to die for it.
Brenna would be heartbroken when she learned of her dog's death.
Vasco would die if Bianca didn't help him. And his death would be her fault, because she had insisted on inviting him to the palace.
When she thought it was late enough to wake her sisters, she headed into the house. Afternoon sun filtered through the windows in their bedchamber, and the girls showed signs of stirring.
"Brenna's dog is dead," Bianca announced.
"My...what?" Brenna mumbled.
"Your dog is dead. We think the wine is poisoned," Bianca said.
