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Hearing the doors open to my left, I cleaned my eyes and stood straighter as Iskandar came inside. He said something to Thelma, who only nodded before coming to me. Well, not to me, to the door.
“I need to speak with him,” he said softly.
“Does this look like a good time?” I snapped.
He shook his head. “But when will be a good time?”
I didn’t know. But I still didn’t want to step aside.
“You did well by being there,” he added. “You saved her life. Like a true guard.”
Any other day I would have smiled. “Thank God I stayed in the adjacent hall to watch instead of taking my day off. Being a nosy worrywart paid off for once.”
“Yes, it did. Just not now as I do need to speak to him, Wolfgang.”
“They should at least have more time together—” The door behind me opened, cutting me off and forcing me to step out of the way. When I looked at him, I couldn’t read his face. It was void of everything—even anger.
“What happened?” Gale demanded.
“One hundred percent pure peanut abstract was added to her soup—only hers.”
I inhaled and clenched my fists. I didn’t want to believe it. It was absurd for me to think it was any more than an accident. But she— she was—
“Someone poisoned her,” Gale stated instead.
“I believe so, sir.”
“So, we are back to poisoning royals?” he muttered to Iskandar, slowly putting his arms behind his back. “Bring the car. I’m going back to the palace.”
“Yes, sir.” Iskandar was already getting his phone out.
Confused, I stepped forward. “You’re leaving, sir?”
He turned to me and nodded once more. “You saved her life, Wolfgang. Thank you.”
“I did what anyone would have done had they known—”
“Apparently, not,” he interrupted and looked over at Thelma, who stepped forward. “No one but her doctors, our family, and Wolfgang may enter her room. No. One.”
“Yes, sir.”
“The car is waiting at the private entrance, sir,” Iskandar stated.
“Keep watching over her, Wolfgang.” It was the last thing he said before leaving. And I was a little baffled he’d waited for so long only to leave so quickly.
“He’s going to kill them,” Thelma spoke up.
I looked at her. “What?”
“He’s leaving because he can’t do anything for her here,” she explained. “He’s going back. He’s calm because he’s on a mission to find and kill them for this.”
I hoped she meant “kill” as a figure of speech.
But then again, I sort of didn’t.
The shift in him was clear.
