DYER

“What do you mean? Your attendant said she saw Aislyn leaving your room seconds before you fell unconscious.” I say in confusion.

Her eyes take on a far distant look, as if lost in thought.

“I’m not surprised she pinned the blame on someone else to cover up her tracks, she even conspired with a maid.” Aila lets out a dry laugh, certainly not one of amusement.

Still confused. “What are you talking about? Who tried to cover up her tracks?” I ask in puzzlement.

Aila lifts ...