Lyra

I lifted my brow, waiting for her to spill the tea. Waiting for her to confess that she knew how the poison got there and that infact, she planted it herself.

I was waiting for her to speak up for the innocent kitchen staff when she cut Rylan off.

“What is it Isla?” Rylan asked with concern written all over his face.

“It's just… the staffs, are they being punished because of me?” She asked with a calm, almost soothing voice of someone who could barely hurt a fly.

“Yes. I ...