The carriage ride back from the palace was silent. Alaric sat across from me, his eyes fixed on the passing landscape, though I doubted he actually saw anything. His mind was elsewhere, wrestling with the puzzle pieces of these horrible disappearances.
I watched him from behind my mask, noting the tension in his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows that hadn't eased since we'd examined Lady Sophia's chambers. Something was troubling him beyond the obvious horror of the situation.
"You think I made things worse today, don't you?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.
His gaze snapped to mine, surprise evident. "What? No, Isabella. Why would you think that?"
"The whispers," I said simply. "I heard what King Theron said before we left. About me being cursed, about people possibly using me to discredit your investigation."
Alaric's expression hardened. "Those fools can whisper all they like. It means nothing."