re Gu

ded to visit the Silverwood Emporium, the most luxurious supplier of goods in the capital. I brou

read like wildfire. I was no longer just Duke Guy's pretty daughter; I was the girl who had humiliated Britta Vance in mind and body, the girl supp

were not a family to accept defeat gracefully. Britta might be licking her wounds, but Gwendolyn and her aunt Seraphina

gredients. While Fiona happily sniffed at various calming incenses,

the counter to pay. As the clerk was wrapping them

top righ

man named Ricky White, was pointing

oice high and reedy. "I saw

draining of all color.

the attention of everyone nearby. "The Moonlight Es

uriosity and judgment. Fiona looked like she was abo

t. The cou

tacking my weakest link. My loyal, trusting maid. If they could brand her a thief, they would brand me as the

forward, placing myself between the accusing

e frozen fire. "You saw her?" I asked, my voice

but held his ground. "With

rising just enough to carry, "prides itself on its discretion and service. Is this the

s in the crowd shifted uncomf

ck. When you accuse her of theft, you are not just insulting a servant. You are accus

me to a matter of pack honor. Ricky's face wen

ng. "Fiona," I said, my voice firm but g

absolute. She turned her pockets inside out. They were e

had not been expecting to find the potio

y look of a hired thug-pointed to a dark corner under the counter. "There!"

n the floorboards, half-hidden in the shadows. The trap had been reset. The na

bustling through the crowd. He saw the potion on the floor, the terrified ma

s, sweating faces of Ricky and his accom

ne was