The Killer Queen by Noella Briony

Chapter 172

Noella withdrew her gaze, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of her mouth. “Don’t try to cozy up to me,” she said with a chuckle to Xavier, who looked at her expectantly. “Neither Grandma nor I will forgive you.”

Xavier’s spirits plummeted. He knew if Harriet ever found out about his deeds, she’d be furious. Still, he took a small comfort in the fact that he hadn’t crossed any unforgivable

lines.

With a sigh, he lifted his head and gave a wry smile. “Shall we go see Tandy? He should be awake by now. You’ve got questions for him, right?”

The staff at Lockhart Prison had their methods to wake a man up, just as they had their methods to put one down for good.

Noella nodded. “Lead the way.”

With a wave of his hand and a stern face, Xavier barked, “Hop to it! Clean out that room over there. You expect my darling to stand while she interrogates?”

Noella glanced at him nonchalantly and stayed silent. She didn’t acknowledge her ties to Xavier, but she needed him to get to Tandy. So, she wouldn’t refute him. The fact that he had crossed the Schnabel family, not once but many times, was enough to haunt his

conscience.

Lockhart Prison was a maze of layers, from the towers above to the sea below, each with their own brand of cell. Tandy was locked up in one of the underground cells.

As they walked side by side, Xavier led Noella towards Tandy’s cell. “How had Harriet been? Was she alright?”

“Is it considered alright to always be content despite never eating enough, and to have faced illness with almost no money for treatment but no regrets?”

Noella didn’t hide the truth.

When her grandma fell ill, it was her who worked tirelessly. Night after night, she slept barely two hours a night, waking to draw design after design and sewing clothes into the wee hours, with only the stars for company. She was terrified of losing her grandmother.

Vincent wouldn’t spare a dime, always claiming Grandma Harriet had savings. Luckily, Noella made enough money–not only to see her grandma off but plenty to spare, though she still couldn’t keep her grandma alive.

Xavier nodded, absorbing her words. “She’s got a poor memory. If she had never mentioned me before, it must have been that she forgot.”

Noella shot him a cold look. “No, Grandma told me she had a brother. As a child, he was slashed with a knife protecting her, from the corner of his eye to his jaw, scars all over his

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her brother terribly but

in

remembered him all along! Only

the edge, the only redemption in his heart was his dearly departed

“She remembered me?”

brother, not necessarily

Harriet had only

kept was modest, with all the necessary amenities, even a small

scholarly and genteel, wrapped in a Lockhart Prison blanket, a book in his hand. He

on

glanced around, and dragged over a chair, wiping it down

his sleeve.

voice carrying a hint of affection.

fawning Xavier, but she didn’t refuse the seat. After all, why stand

putting his book aside, coughed twice. “Xavier, what’s all this fuss today? Coming to see me with such a crowd?

be simple. He dismissed Magee, leaving only

by Xavier’s gesture, removed his barely intact, black–rimmed glasses and set them aside.

“What’s the matter?”

questions for you. You better

at me. I won’t last much longer. Whatever you want to know, I might

lightly, “Hollis is alive.

widened in

Hollis is alright?

if he was willing to meet with the Toxic Monarch and get arrested for

legs nonchalantly, the click of her high heels echoing

don’t have to believe it. While operating, I might’ve left something extra in

pupils dilated to their limits.

grim reaper with you? It’d be quite a hassle for Thorpe to handle the bodies

can’t do that; he’s innocent! He’s never done anything illegal. Just

been easier to start