Chapter Eighty-Eight.
“My Angel, you are quiet. Please tell me what your thoughts are?” Fitz requested. Since leaving the prisoner in the dungeon, Eliza had been almost silent, her brow furrowed, as if she were deep in thought.
“I am deciding if my compassion is the cause of my belief in Claudette’s story, or if it is, in fact, the truth,” Eliza said, taking a deep breath and slowly blowing it out of her nose.
“Angel, I believe her version of events. What I am having trouble with is Theodore King using a woman under my protection to gain a small vile of death waters. He has fingers in all the pies; he does not require any death water from me. He can get it easier than we can. Also, it is suspicious that someone was sent to give her a handwritten message, then walk away with just a th
