Chapter 117

Artemisia POV

“What the hell is that smell?” 

I watch Hendrick contort his face in rage as Lisa clasps the edge of the tray, making her knuckles go white. 

“It’s… It’s a sweet tea, just like Missy likes it,” she stutters, trying to make excuses. “But I… I don’t know what is in it. Alberta prepared it. I was just asked to serve it.” 

I know that she's lying because Alberta is one of the few people who were entrusted with the safeguarding of my food, so she would never let anyone else serve the food she prepared for me. 

Especially Lisa, who was expelled out of my entourage by Cayden. 

“I can’t smell anything abnormal, Hendrick,” I say, making Hendrick turn toward me. “What is it?” 

“Arte