Twin Crowns (Twin Crowns, #1)

by Catherine Doyle

‘Father can’t find a cause for his sudden illness,’ Celeste continued. ‘He suspects he might have been poisoned.’ A bead of sweat trickled down Wren’s spine. ‘Really?’ ‘He even asked for my account of the dinner.’ Wren went very still. She recalled how Celeste had knocked her into Rathborne, sending the frostfizz flying everywhere. She had been hoping it really was an accident, but the back of her neck was beginning to prickle. And what did you tell him?’ ‘I told him I didn’t see anything.’ Wren exhaled through her nose. ‘Perhaps Willem is allergic to frostfizz. Whatever it is, I’m sure we’ll get to—’ ‘But I think I did see something.’ Celeste pitched forward, her face appearing in a cloud of steam. ‘You tampered with his drink.’ ‘What?’ A strangled laugh seeped out of Wren. ‘I thought I imagined it at first,’ said Celeste. ‘It was so quick, so unexpected. But then I watched you watch him. It was as if you were willing him to drink.’ She planted her arms on either side of Wren, pinning her to the seat. ‘I was already suspicious, of course. You were acting strangely all night. You’ve been acting strangely for a while now.’ Another bead of sweat dripped off Wren’s nose and pooled in the hollow between her collarbones. She felt suddenly as if she was in a heat-addled dream. She dipped her hands in the water and splashed some on her chest. ‘I think the steam is toying with your memories, Celeste.’ Celeste’s frown sharpened. ‘Who are you?’ ‘I’m your best friend,’ said Wren, but...

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