Her heart skipped as she listened to the accusation thrown at her mates. Could they have truly killed Eliza? The thought made her chest ache, yet it did not make sense to her. This morning, she had spoken to them and they had all agreed to hand Eliza over to Marcus after the harvest moon party. There had been no anger, no threat, nothing that spoke of murder.
Angela slowly looked at her friends and saw the same shock written on their faces. None of them spoke because none of them knew what to say. Her mind raced, and then it hit her. Miss Valois could be lying. She could be playing one of her cruel games again.
She forced herself to calm down. Her mates would never think of killing, let alone carry it out. They had made an agreement with her father, and breaking it would bring consequences they all knew too well. They would not risk that, not for anything.
