Chapter 4

He spun around, his gaze slicing toward me like a blade.

"Ginevra, where's the pearl hairpin?" Theron snapped, not even trying to hide his suspicion.

His tone was pure anger and accusation, laid bare for everyone to hear.

He looked at me like he'd already made up his mind, like I was nothing but a thief, the fake who stole his mother's most precious keepsake.

But even with his rage bearing down on me, I stayed perfectly calm.

I met his eyes, answering him, slow and steady, not backing down for a second.

"Take it easy, Your Highness," I said,…