Arkai had known who did it the moment he saw the pigeon.
That bird, carrying that spell, trained to respond to only one person's command.
Sienna.
It had been getting worse these days. The way his sister looked at him. The lingering glances, the touches that lasted a beat too long, the way she found excuses to be near him, to brush against him, to breathe the same air.
He had told himself it was nothing. Sibling affection, twisted by their family circumstances. She was his sister even if no blood bound them.
He never thought it would escalate to this.
To drug him. To lock him in a room. To create a situation where—
If Cecilia hadn't entered that office when she did—
It would be Sienna.
She would have been there. She would have been the one to find him, to ensure that the drug ran its course in the expected way it could.
His sister had always admired him. He had taken care of her since she was young, protected her, guided her. But although they shared no blood, how could she—
