FELDA

“Yes,” I stepped closer to her, my voice calm but my eyes sharp. “I did.”

Elsa’s lips parted slightly. She looked confused, even a little scared. “Now, tell me, Elsa,” I said quietly, “that everything I’ve heard isn’t true.”

Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress. “If you’ll be specific, Your Grace,” she said softly, “then I’ll do my best to explain.”

“One,” I said, lowering my tone. “Daze said you and your sister brought him back. Is ...