Chapter 45: Lies
(Sarah Rivers' POV)
Grace's bed chamber reeked of herbal salves and moonshade poison. The once-powerful presence of my mother had dwindled, but her gaze, sharp and almost predatory, still pierced through the veil of her illness.
She sat against a stack of blankets, her hands trembling slightly as they rested on her lap.
Grace's weak laughter threw me off. It wasn't her usual mocking chuckle but something softer, more sardonic.
"Do you truly believe it was the Stone Pack that secured the moonlight crystals keeping me alive?" She said, her voice frail yet cutting.
I scoffed, crossing my arms as Margaret stood quietly by my side, her face frozen in thinly veiled contempt.
"It's obvious, " Margaret interjected with her usual air of superiority. "Alexander must ha
