Her face was composed, but the tension in her posture gave her away. She stopped just a breath away from him, eyes never leaving his.
Then she dropped the bomb.
"It was Marquess Scott."
The name hit Lucas like a sudden strike to the chest. For a moment, he said nothing, only stared at her, trying to process what she had just said.
"Marquess… Scott?" he echoed at last, voice low, almost disbelieving. "Darius's cousin?"
Henrietta gave a single nod. "He was the one. He poisoned Darius on the night of his birthday celebration. Everything was set up to look natural, clean, untraceable. But I found the truth eventually."
Lucas took a step back, the room spinning slightly. Of all people, Marquess Scott. A member of the royal bloodline. That changed everything. If the cousin had done it, then the treachery wasn't coming from outside the palace walls....it was growing right inside them.
