Judith was sweating abnormally.
It was cold outside, but she looked like someone drenched in heat. Her nerves were a mess. She kept telling herself she made the right decision—because between hanging or beheading, those were far better than what the vicious, evil mistress would do to her if she failed or, worse, ratted her out.
She might think she was safe now, but no one was truly safe from her.
All Judith prayed for was that the fifteen minutes would pass quickly. The poison had started working, but thankfully, its full effect wouldn't kick in until the twentieth minute—and death didn't come until the thirtieth. All she had to do was fool Kayden into eating. Just like her mistress commanded.
"You're sweating, love. I hope it's not the weather?" Kayden asked with dramatic flair, stroking his long silver hair casually as he watched her.
Judith just shook her head quickly.
