'All attempts to find out answers surrounding the mysteries of what happened to my mother have been a little futile. Would it make a difference if I set aside my trust issues and worked with someone?'
Ysabel pondered on this turn of events. She had been seeing little to no progress on her investigation. The clues she has so far are not enough to help her get the answers she needs.
Kian was still staring at her. He was waiting for Ysabel to move.
The mystery box sat untouched, waiting for Ysabel too.
Pursing her lips in contemplation of her next move, the young monarch slowly approached the trolley that had been abandoned.
She heard movements from inside and a slight hissing.
Ysabel took a deep breath; she scoffed, stopping a few inches from the box and the trolley.
