Aldous startled badly when Elena and Logan entered his chamber without announcement, nearly dropping the vial he had been carefully measuring.
"Princess," he said, composing himself quickly, though his hands remained unsteady. "I was not informed of a visit tonight."
"This is not a scheduled visit," Elena said, closing the door firmly behind them. "This is a conversation about my father's death, and about the lies you told me when I came to you about the mark on my wrist."
Aldous's face paled visibly. "I do not understand what you are suggesting."
"I think you understand perfectly," Elena said, setting Cassius's journal down on his worktable, open to the final entry. "My father suspected you for years before his death. He documented every treatment, every inconsistency, every moment yo
