ASHER
“Your Majesty, you have to put that vicious, wicked healer in jail!” Linda Moses declared in a shrill voice that sent a shiver down my spine.
She and her husband stood in front of my desk, their eyes filled with wrath as they awaited my answer.
I exhaled deeply. In the last few hours, I’d heard two versions of this story. Cassandra Keller had said it was Adalyn who’d threatened her and spilled the acid on her arm, while Adalyn had insisted that it was actually Cassandra who’d spilled the acid.
Deep down, I knew whose version was more likely and trustworthy, but trust had nothing to do with it. The situation was much more nuanced than that.
“Adalyn should not have entered the laboratory,” I said as a headache began to plague me. “Everyone in the palace knows not to go in there, a
