You are a murderer

**Emily’s POV**

I sat in a corner of my room, staring at the rough painting that had been gifted to me by Malcolm's younger sister only a few days ago.

It showed a pretty little red-haired girl holding a large hibiscus flower and according to her, the flower in the painting meant good luck. It was pretty and I loved it.

But right now, I was bored. Freaking bored out of my mind and if boredom could kill, I'd be dead this instant. I needed to do something, to channel this sizzling energy coursing through my veins into something.

I could no longer go to Malcolm for training sessions, and neither was I allowed out of my room without a guard. It was frustrating.

According to Alexander, he insisted that I followed the rules because my life was in danger at the moment and that he was scared of more attacks coming in the future.

I understood his worries though, and so I let it slide.

My mind flashed back to how Mary and Sophia had died, and whoever had murdered them was still out there that