CHAPTER FIFTY TWO
ADRIAN’S POV
I don’t blink.
I don’t breathe.
I lean forward slowly, elbows braced against the old table, my gaze locked on Weapon like a predator waiting for the kill.
“Talk,” I say. “Now.”
Weapon swallows. For the first time since he walked in, I see hesitation flicker across his face.
“My king… I don’t believe your mother died from childbirth complications.”
The room tilts.
For a second, the walls seem to close in, the air thick and suffocating. My heart aches, but I refuse to show it. I’ve buried that grief too deep to let it surface now.
“There are gaps,” he continues. “Medical records altered. Timelines rewritten. Witnesses who vanished. I don’t have solid evidence yet but someone ensured she didn’t leave that delivery room alive.”
My jaw hardens. My hand
