Chapter FORTY-FIVE

Lusia Agatha? That name was familiar. She was the maid that led me to the first gate last night. How could she be dead? There was no doubt that she knew that she was leading me into a trap. I had seen the fear in her eyes right from the moment I opened my door. I did not doubt that she had been forced to do that. But back then, I thought it was just the usual fear of going against the king. I didn’t know that she was being threatened. And now, she was dead. I was scared. It could have been me too. I could have been torn to shreds after being molested. King Dane had saved me. It was sad that Agatha had to go through that fate. I didn’t see her after I was almost knocked out by the werewolves. It seemed one of them had gotten to her before she escaped. “Her body was found this morning,” the guard continued. “I mean, what remained of her body.” My stomach churned and I felt a wave of nausea hit me. The thought of Agatha’s body being torn to shreds was enough to make me feel that way. Ther