EVE

“What are you trying to do?!”

Her hands trembled, but her face didn’t betray it. She was too trained. Too careful.

“It’s sugar, my lady,” she said softly, eyes lowering as if in respect. That was a lie. It was too smooth and flawless. My wolf growled low inside me.

'She lies.'

The voice curled sharply in my head, clear as the day. My wolf whispered again, sharper this time.

“She liked to have some in her tea,” the woman added, and though her voice was steady, I ...