Ava’s POVI sat in my room, my hands gripping the edges of my chair. My mind raced with thoughts I didn’t want to believe. My mother… working with the Queen’s people? It made no sense, yet the evidence was there, staring me in the face.How could she? How could my mother, Jennifer, be involved with the very people we were fighting against?Arthur was furious.He paced the room, his hands clenched into fists. “We were this close,” he growled, his voice tight with frustration. “This is close to catching them, and once again, they slipped away.”I stayed quiet, watching him. He was livid, his jaw tight, his body trembling with anger.“There’s a spy in the palace,” he continued. “Someone is feeding them information.” He turned to me, his golden eyes burning. “We kept everything quiet, yet somehow, they still knew. How?”I swallowed hard. My heart pounded against my ribs.Should I tell him?Should I tell him that the person he was looking for, the traitor, was my own mother?I gripped the
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