Book 5: Who Did It?

Ingrid

Hana deposits Amval’s body in the large, empty hollow below Moonlight Tower. Right now, there’s no way of knowing whether it’s going to be a dungeon, cellar, or both. The crowd of Soms—two parents, seven remaining siblings—look around at it with tired eyes. Maybe they’re thinking the same thing. Maybe they’re just comparing it to the seaside caves at home.

If I could see them, would I understand more about Amval?

Of course not. No one would learn a thing about me walking through the Solberg family crypt. There are no answers in this death.

King Iraj clings to his wife, Queen Zephira’s, hand as she murmurs a prayer over the body. All nine of them stand quietly over their tenth. No answers there either.

But answers have to be somewhere. Things like this don’t just happen.

I sidle over to Hana. “Will there be an investigation?”

The corners of her mouth tug down. “Yes.”

She looks at Amval, not at me, and I realize w