"I know who poisoned the well," Eve whispered.
There was a moment of silence between them. Then, Damian's silver eyes darkened. "You do?"
"Yes." Evelina nodded, tightening her grip on his wrist.
"Who is it?" he demanded.
She took a breath, steadying herself. "Ethan. He's in the royal guard, and they're preparing to leave the kingdom right now."
Damian's jaw tensed. His posture shifted slightly—his warrior instincts kicking in—but his expression remained skeptical. "And how do you know this?"
Evelina hesitated for a fraction of a second before saying, "I just know, Damian. You have to trust me. He's the one."
Damian looked at her closely, his eyes scanning her face as if he were trying to find any hint of uncertainty.
Finally, he exhaled. "I do trust you, Evelina. But if we're going to bring this to my father and the council, I need more than a gut feeling. We need evidence—concrete evidence." He paused. "So tell me, how did you find out?"
Evelina swallowed hard.
