I didn’t think twice, my body moved on instinct, fueled by that raw, boiling rage bubbling up from deep inside.
The red stains on the maid’s hand screamed betrayal, like a flashing sign pointing straight to the enemy who’d slipped that death threat into Doris’s room.
I lunged forward, grabbing her wrist in a grip that was probably too tight, but right then, I didn’t care. My wolf snarled in my head, claws itching to come out.
“What the hell is this?” I growled, my voice low and dangerous, holding her hand up so the red smears caught the light. If this was ink from that damn note, heads were going to roll.
The maids froze in the doorway, arms full of Doris’s clothes and stuff, their eyes wide like deer caught in headlights.
Julius and Blade were right behind me, tense and ready for
