Chapter 37 Talking With Her

(Iris)

Naomi was pacing around my cell in silence. It was so unlike her. She was always talking, her voice filling any void with chatter. Even Molly seemed to agree.

I leaned against the rough stone wall, studying Naomi with a mixture of curiosity and concern. This wasn’t like her at all. She always had something to say, but now she was lost in her own thoughts, her movements restless and agitated.

“Molly, do you see her?” I whispered in my mind to my wolf, my eyes never leaving Naomi. Molly huffs softly in response, a sound that seems to echo my own unease.

“I’ve never seen her like this.”

“You should say something,” Molly suggested. I took her advice.

“I didn’t poison you,” I began, breaking the silence.

“I know that,” Naomi replied, her voice calm, almost indifferent.

I raised an eyebrow, surprised. “What? You know who did it then?”

“Sure,” she replied, as if the question was absurd.

“Care to elaborate?” I asked, flabbergasted.

“No,” she said simply.

“Okay…”