Maisie
There was a little bit of silence from the dais before the Queen spoke again. "You must think me a fool, nephew, if you think I do not smell his blood on that wench behind you."
Soren remained stiff as a board. "We had a bit of pork on the way here. Rare. Unless Adrian has begun to smell like a gutted pig, then you are mistaken, aunt."
He was lying out of his teeth so easily, I might have been impressed if I didn't have seat pouring down my back. There was such raw violence in the air, I kept waiting for it to erupt.
The Lycan Queen hissed. "I felt him die, you scoundrel, in the same way I feel every one of my people die. You do not fool me with your useless act. You will confess to your crime or there will be nothing left of you four torn bury when I tear you to pieces."
Soren stared at her, and without blinking, he said, "Have you checked the whorehouses in Ashbourne, maybe?"
The hall sucked in a sharp breath, waiting.
