Zari always looked visibly shaken, constantly on edge whenever she was around him.
It didn't make her look less guilty anyway.
"Alpha…" Zari's voice was barely above a whisper.
Lucas didn't move. Didn't blink. He just let the silence stretch.
Let her squirm.
"You are Ava's personal maid, right?"
Zari nodded hurriedly. "Yes, Alpha."
"You alone attend to her."
Another quick nod.
Lucas studied her.
"Now, tell me how Ava got poisoned," he said, voice as cold as ice. "Or you won't be walking out of here."
Zari didn't even hesitate. She dropped to her knees.
Zari was terrified. But whether that terror was from guilt or fear, he wasn't sure.
She bowed her head, her voice cracking.
"I have no idea, Alpha," she cried, her whole body trembling. "She was with you throughout the day, and when she came to bed, she requested a cup of tea. That was all she had before I left her, and she was okay."
Lucas narrowed his eyes.
"Who made the tea?"
"I did, Alpha."
