CHAPTER 11
Victor's Trap
That night, I couldn't sleep.
I kept seeing Agnes's body. The staged wounds. The real bruises on her neck.
Victor had killed her. I was certain of it. Killed her to cover up the poisoning. To eliminate a witness who could connect him to Kieran's illness.
And he'd almost successfully framed me for it.
I needed to be smarter. Be more careful. Victor was always three steps ahead.
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, when a strange feeling washed over me.
Like something was slipping away. Fading.
Another memory.
I tried to grab onto it, tried to hold it in place. But it was like trying to catch smoke.
Images flashed through my mind. Kieran's face, younger, nervous. A field of moonblossoms. Him on one knee.
The proposal. The day he asked me to be his mate.
