Bab 353: Take The Secert To The Grave

From the way Ramirez's brows lifted, it was obvious that he received the message and then they narrowed in suspicion, "Who are you planning to frame, your majesty?" 

"Frame?" Queen Maeve chuckled, finishing the tea in her cup and callously tossing it to the side as the ceramic shattered. She then brought Ramirez's own tea he refused to take to her lips, peering over the rim of the cup. She sipped it and lifted her face, their eyes meeting, "Don't you think that word is a little bit too much when I'll only be shifting the attention?" 

But even with all the semantics, Ramirez's mask didn't shift, saying bluntly, "You are the only one who wanted the human dead, even a decade-old Fae child could figure that out. Don't take the prince of darkness for a fool, he's more cunning than you give him credit for." 

Ramirez took a step back, creating space between them as he continued,