The Queen is present," Callen said, his eyes scanning the shadows. "If you don’t want trouble, show yourself. Now."
The storage room suddenly fell silent. So quiet, in fact, that Primrose couldn’t even hear the slightest movement from inside.
"Maybe it’s just a mouse," she whispered, trying to ease the tension.
Callen shook his head. "No, Your Majesty," he said softly, but seriously. "That’s not a mouse."
[The heartbeat I heard didn’t sound like the beast’s heartbeat in the palace,] he thought. [It’s human. Definitely human.]
He could hear heartbeats?
Primrose blinked. Just how sharp were beast senses? Could Edmund hear her heart that clearly too?
Of course, he could.
She suddenly remembered how Edmund used to mention it so casually. That he could hear how fast her heart was beating.
Now that she thought about it, she didn’t want to know how fast it was back then. It must’ve been ridiculous.
How embarrassing.
Next time she saw him, she’d try her best to calm herself down, so he wouldn’t think his wife’s heart was about to explode.
"Last warning," Callen called out again. "If you don’t come out, I’ll take action."
He stepped slowly toward the storage room.
His body moved with care, his eyes focused. His left hand stayed outstretched toward Primrose, gently signaling her to stay behind him.
Wait a second ...
Didn’t he say the heartbeat sounded human?
There were only three humans in the palace.
Primrose, Silas, and Silas’s assistant.
As much as she suspected Silas of trying to poison her food, would he really be stupid enough to sneak into the kitchen himself?
Unlikely.
The palace cooks were famously strict. They noticed if even a spoon was moved the wrong way. They’d be furious if someone tampered with their kitchen, especially the ingredients.
Primrose wasn’t sure if Silas knew that, but if he tried to tamper with ingredients in the palace kitchen, he’d be putting himself at serious risk.
After all, the same ingredients were used for the king and palace staff as well.
Even if the poison didn’t kill the beasts, they would definitely feel something was off.
And if anyone found out?
Edmund would have Silas’s head on a pike by morning.
The risk was too high, and the result wasn’t worth it. Silas was smart, too smart to do something that reckless.
But what about his assistant?
Could Silas have ordered her to poison the ingredients instead? That way, Silas could keep his hands clean.
Still ... something wasn’t adding up.
There was one thing that had been bothering Primrose from the start. She couldn’t hear any thoughts from the person hiding in the storage room.
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