CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

GENERAL POV

Lysandra burst into the secret chamber. She stopped dead when she saw them…Elara slumped against the wall, chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths; Rowland still on the bed, skin slick with sweat, eyes with fear.

“What happened?” Lysandra’s voice cracked.

Her gaze dropped to Rowland’s exposed state, then flicked to the dead maid crumpled in a pool of blood on the rug. She understood immediately. She pressed a hand to her ...