The corridors of the east wing were unusually silent that night, shadows pooling between the marble columns as Luke strode through them with hurried steps. His pulse was loud in his ears, a steady thrum of urgency mixed with disbelief.
What Amara had told him... about the tea, the unexplained fatigue, had set off a storm of thoughts he could not yet piece together. But one thing was clear, if there was even a chance Analyn had been tampering with something, it had to be addressed now.
He didn’t bother calling security. He wanted to face her himself.
When he reached the staff quarters, the lights in Analyn’s room were still on. She was an older woman, meticulous and soft-spoken, one of the longest-serving attendants in the estate. She’d practically raised half the people working there. A
