It didn’t take me long to realize how the Duke of Lancaster had learned that I was a Springborne with abnormal strength.
As I was being dragged out of the interrogation chamber by Oscar and Monica, I happened to cross paths with Marquis Devonshire.
The marquis was being forcibly escorted by guards, his arms pinned to his sides. He was probably next in line for questioning.
"Ch-Ch-Ch-Cherry Sinclair?"
His face turned ghostly pale as if he’d just seen a ghost.
"What the hell? You’re alive?"
I had wondered why he had been absent from the capital, but it seemed he had managed to survive and flee to Westmore.
