It seems I’ve killed the original male lead.
A man lies bleeding profusely on the floor— and in my hand, a dagger.
“What is this body? Where am I? And who is this man?”
Before I can even grasp the horror of the situation—
“Your Grace? Is something wrong? I’m coming in!”
I’m about to be accused of murder.
Then I hear it—a strange voice in my head, like someone narrating a novel.
‘There was only one way for ‘Julia Reitz’ to leave the House of Duke Bolef.’
I barely escape the crime scene by following the voice’s instructions, but it keeps speaking in riddles I can’t understand.
‘Amon Spencer was the only one who could grant Julia Reitz what she desired.’
Amon Spencer, the investigator chasing me.
I’m told to catch him.
***
“Are you saying we should work together to find the culprit?”
‘Julia spoke of the true cause of the Duke Bolef’s death.’
“Yes, I have information.”
And so, we formed a temporary alliance for mutual benefit. That’s all it was supposed to be…
‘Behind Amon’s stern expression was a sweetness that could melt anything.’
‘It was love.’
I thought everything would end once we found the real killer— but our contract began to change into something else.
