"No, she couldn’t have done it. I was with her the whole ti, so when did she leave my sight, to go and steal the necklace? It’s not even possible that she knew where the necklace is; she hasn’t been here before. So, how would she know the safe room? Are you not seeing it? It is completely impossible that Maya did this. I don’t know how the necklace had gotten into her bag, but she didn’t do it. Perhaps soone else did," Adam was saying, and a tear slipped out, unaided, from my eyes.
A tear of appreciation. Appreciation for being loved and being stood up for.
He was speaking to his brothers whose line of sight matched mine then and held. They were starting to believe him.
But his father shook his head, his glaring cold eyes never leaving , creating a sense of darkness within .
I wouldn’t be surprised if he was in on this set up. Because that is what it was. A set up.
Soone had set up. But who? Who would want to be in the dungeons, or killed?
Claire perhaps. My mind supplied the answer, and quickly my eyes searched out for Claire. Where was she?
When I had almost given up hope on finding her, I saw her just right beside , after a Naomi who was still bewildered at the turn of events.
The slut was smirking at .
Her eyes. They provoked sothing. Sothing; an information was trying to push past the barriers of my mind. But it couldn’t move past no matter how much I tried to rack it out.
I bit my lips, wondering if there was sothing I was forgetting. My mind was trying to tell sothing I had foreseen during the night.
I began to tap my right foot on the floor steadily as if to a rhythm, sothing I usually did if I was onto sothing, or if I was tryng to rember sothing.
The girl.
My foot stopped tapping the floor.
That was it!
The girl.
The girl that had lied to I and Naomi and had ntioned that she had a secret to tell about Claire. The girl that had laughed to scorn outside, seekng to distract . Yes, that girl.
That ti interval when I had gone out with her should be when it had happened. When the necklace had been deposited inside my bag. That was the only mont I was absent from the party. But hadn’t Naomi been there or had she gone out?
My eyes traced back to Naomi. She was staring at . She mouthed sothing to then, but I couldn’t get what she was saying because my mind retraced back to Claire’s eyes again.
That eyes. There was sothing about the eyes.
The Girl!
Claire’s eyes, were exactly the sa as the little girl’s! That was why seeing her had brought back the mory of the girl to .
But how was that possible? Claire and her brother were the only children of their parents. There was no younger sibling.
Claire’s eyes were unique too. Light blue with rings of violet coating it-that was the most thing that made the male folk flock around her. It added to the mystery surrounding her. And no one else in the pack had that unique type of eye, not even her brother.
But the little girl, if I could rembr correctly, had the sa exact eyes. How? Was there a sibling I knew nothing of.
I noticed Naomi furrowing her eyebrows and sighed. She must have guessed that my mind wasn’t on her.
She turned around then, her eyes twitching when she saw that Claire was right beside her.
She huffed, and walked toward Imdiately as if Claire had a plague, not minding that people were staring at us now.
"What do you think is going on? I know you didn’t do it. Heck, you haven’t been in the palace before? How can you be when the three boys are your nesis? But who would do this? Who would set you up?" She asked imdiately she got to , without preamble.
"I don’t know, Naomi. I am not sure. Claire seems suspicious." I whispered, making sure that my voice was low enough.
Noami’s eyes widened as she assimilated this piece of information and turned to face Claire.
Claire must have deciphered our discussion by the look on Naomi’s face because the next minute, she raised up her middle finger against us, and stalked toward the lycqn king majestically.
Every step she took toward the nacing man caused a loud thump to hit in my chest. What was she going to tell him?
"What is she doing now?" Naomi asked. I could hear the trepidation in her voice. I watched as Adam and his brothers turned to look at her, as she ca and stood in front of their father.
"Claire, my dear. Do you have sothing to say?" The lycan king asked her, and she nodded, sniffing at the sa ti, her earlier deanor instantly changing.
Oh my god. I balked, staring at the quick shift that hadn’t even taken a second to happen. She was looking pitiful now.
"C’mon Claire, speak to . Do you know sothing about what happened?" Her father, the best friend and beta of the king stepped beside her, his mate right at his heels.
They both were looking at their daughter like she was the most precious thing on earth.
"Yes father. I saw who had taken the necklace. But I am not sure if I should divulge it. So people would not be pleased with the truth." She answered, her eyes stalling on Adam who stared at her blankly.
Oh god. Was this girl trying to do what I thought she wanted to do? She was more twisted than I thought.
"Oh, she is going to get it from if she goes ahead with this tirade." Naomi said, fisting her hands together, glaring at Claire, who continued to look at Adam like he would rip her apart if she spoke one more word.
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