CHAPTER THIRTY-SIXALARIC’S POV

I stared at Anthony, my jaw tight, my chest heavy like something had lodged itself there and refused to move.

“Did she specify?” I asked quietly.

Anthony hesitated. That pause alone told me everything.

“Tell us how it happened,” I added, my voice colder now.

“She claimed it was a burglary,” he said. “Said thieves broke into the royal treasury late at night.”

I let out a short, humourless laugh. “Wow. Nice.”

Anthony raised his brows ...