Chapter 32

Twinges of nausea rolled through my stomach and vomit spewed from my mouth, making my humiliation complete. “I’m so sorry,” I said.

She shook her head. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean that up in a minute.”

“We should’ve helped Mrs. Lars. She didn’t do anything wrong.” I sobbed.

Mom exhaled a breath. “That would have put us on the secret police wolves’ radar.”

“Mrs. Lars is dead, Mom.”

My words lingered in my mind, and despite their simplicity, there was something haunting about witnessing Mrs. Lars’s death. I had a personal connection to Mrs. Lars, which made her death feel more like Grandma’s as opposed to Queen Penny and King Dorian’s beheadings. Sure. My family wasn’t best friends with her. But she didn’t have any family, and we sometimes invited her over for dinner.

“I know, I know.” Mom opened her arms and hugged me. She continued gripping me for a beat before I pulled away.