The Rat
Celine
I was just trying to get to the library without tripping over my own silk skirts when I heard them. It was two servants who were huddled in the servants’ corridor like they were plotting a f*****g coup.
I leaned against the cold stone pillar, holding my breath.
"I can’t believe he still has it," one of them hissed but her voice was trembling. "The necklace was my mother’s, Taya. My only piece of her."
"Keep it down," the other girl snapped. "If Julian finds out you’re the one who owns it, he’ll have your head on a spike before dinner time."
My ears pricked up. The necklace? Darius had been losing his f*****g mind over that piece of jewelry for weeks, even turning the castle upside down.
"I just… I regret that night so much," Rhea whispered, her voice cracking. "I regr
