WHEN Anastasia was sent to the guest chamber, Thalia and Count Darvan remained in the drawing chamber. Thalia stole a glance at her father, who had fallen deep into thought. Since returning from the past, one truth had gradually revealed itself to her: everything and everyone connected to her seemed either to change or to meet their end, and each time, she was there watching all unfold.
“What course of action do you intend to take?”
Thalia did not avert her gaze from her father, who awaited her answer with quiet gravity. In truth, she had formed no definite plan when she let Anastasia enter their manor. Yet upon discerning the woman’s intention, she rather entrust the matter to the Imperial Investigation Order. It was not out of selfishness nor want of compassion, but rather from her des
