Chapter 19

Asher's POV...

I was left in a state of haze and became so confused, wondering if my psychology was right or wrong. I could hear the tray and the sound of the broken glass, which diverted my attention and ruined my mood. I remember lying on the bed with my d**k going so hard, ready to slide in after some touches and kissing over her body.

The image of the girl I saw, the witch girl, slid through my head, and I became so confused.

"Could it actually be her?" I questioned my uncertainty, becoming rhetorical and doubting the answers.

"Stop!" I shouted as I stood up on Adara on the bed. I quickly put on my clothes and ran after her. Unfortunately, she was so smart and disappeared. I wondered how she was so fast and smarter than me. Her face was so blurry, and I could only picture her backside and her hair. Every time I was about to get close, Adara interfered, and she escaped through the window.

I became really worried, wondering if it was actually her or not. I called on my guards immediately to secure the castle gate and not to let anybody out at that moment. But how could she escape if it was actually her? That's impossible, except for someone to help her out. I had a deep thought and called on Smith to make a deep investigation about the case.

Smith started his investigation by calling an artist and making a portrait of her, Joy Mitchell. Immediately after making the portrait, he showed it to me and asked if he could picture her right or wrong. I was impressed by Smith's psychology and credited him for recognizing her. I could feel him looking so worried while holding the portrait, and I could understand that something was going on in his mind.

"Are you worrying about something?" I asked him, confused.

Smith took a deep breath and responded. "I think I have made a big mistake. I think I could see her later after I chased her out. But I'm so uncertain and wonder if it's actually her or not," Smith explained. I was impressed by Smith's explanation and became less worried about having someone believe me.

"Please continue with your investigation and return to me with evidence. She must pay for this," I responded.

Smith set out to continue with his investigation. He gathered all the soldiers, guards, and maids working at the castle, showed them the picture, and informed each and every one of them to speak about when and where they saw her.

Everyone became so confused and claimed that they never saw her. Smith questioned them over and over again, but everyone insisted that they never saw her. After a couple of attempts and everyone kept repeating the same thing, Smith let go of everyone except the guards who seemed suspicious. Smith called on the knights and brought them to his office to interrogate them personally.

The four knights were left unarmored and seated on a chair. "Now it's time to speak the truth," Smith said gently and came closer to the knights.

The knights looked strong and said nothing, just like they had planned it before. Smith looked really annoyed and brought the portrait close to them. "Do you see this girl in the evening after being sent out of the castle in the morning? Do you see her entering again?" Smith questioned angrily.

The knights kept looking confused, except for one who acted bravely. "Can you please bring the portrait closer to me?" a knight asked.

"Sure," Smith responded and brought the picture to her.

"Oh, I think I saw her by evening. I'm the one who interrogated her and I let her in after confirming her tag. She claimed to be a royal, the late alpha's daughter. Mitchell Joy by name," he explained.

Smith became concerned and found his words helpful. "Are you certain of what you're saying?" Smith questioned.

"Yes, I'm certain about that," he responded.

Smith went on to ask questions from other guards. "Who else can say anything about her or notice anything or anyone suspicious?" Smith questioned.

"May I talk?" asked one of the guards.

"Sure, you can," Smith responded.

The guard cleared his throat and then spoke out. "I think I saw two maids leaving the castle this evening after the incident, and I questioned them when they were leaving, but they claimed that the alpha sent them on an errand, so I let them out," the guard explained.

Smith became a bit hazy but felt a bit happy for at least drafting out some facts. And he also felt disappointed about the guards for disappointing him.

"Can you recognize the two maids?" Smith asked, confused.

"Yes, I can, if I see them," the guard responded.

Smith gathered all the maids immediately to identify themselves. The guard looked deeply into their eyes and claimed all of them innocent.

"Do you mean the maid is not among any of them?" Smith questioned.

"Yes, I'm certain of that!" the guard responded.

Smith became confused and wondered if the guard was right or wrong. Probably if the guard is right, then the maid should be an outsider and she should be the suspect we're looking for.

"Can you describe the look of the maid you saw?" Smith questioned.

"Yes, I can!" the guard responded.

Smith called on the artist and the guard to describe the looks of the two maids. Smith brought the pictures to his office and placed them with the picture he had gotten earlier. The picture looked a bit alike, and he brought it to me for verification. I testified to the looks and appreciated his hard work.

Smith set out to carry out his investigation immediately. He passed out the picture he had got to every angle of the peak with the caption "Please kindly report to any soldiers around the peak if you find any information regarding these people," Smith pasted. Soldiers were also set out to carry out their investigation.

The next day, the second victim was reported dead. I became so confused, and the case was getting more twisted.