Chapter 184

Viktor pov

“Check if she has a mole.”

I ordered, my voice cold as I stared down at the trembling maid. Her eyes went wide, her hand flying to her neck as if she could hide it, the mole.

The she-wolf had been right. She was the culprit.

I knew it the moment I looked at her face.

Not guilt.

Fear.

Fear of being caught.

At first, when Valerie said she knew who the maid was, I hadn’t believed her.