Scarlett

The silence that followed David’s words was suffocating. Nina’s sobs caught in her throat, transforming into a desperate, keening wail that seemed to vibrate through the very walls of the palace.

“Jack killed Sarah?” I repeated, the words foreign and impossible on my tongue. “He killed her?”

David’s expression remained impassive, a mask of professional detachment. “The wound suggests a wolf attack - specifically, a wolf claw mark. Sarah was killed ...