She thought maybe that would be the quickest way to break through, the easiest path to get Hazelle out of the nightmare she was living in.
But instead of fear or hesitation … Hazelle had looked almost … excited?
Wait … was she actually excited?
Just a moment later, Hazelle let out a faint smile. "His Majesty would probably sentence me to death," she whispered.
Ah, there it was.
Hazelle always got strangely excited whenever she thought she might be executed because to her, death sounded better than punishment from Silas.
"Yes, Your Majesty," she said, her voice calmer now, steadier, like she had finally made peace with something. "I put the poison in your bath."
She held out her hands toward Primrose, as if offering herself up. "You can tell the guards to arrest me now. Don't worry… I won't run."
[The only way to be free … is to die,] Hazelle thought quietly. [Dr. Silas always said there's no way to break the slave seal, anyway.]
