?Chapter 956:


    “Our most pressing concern now is extracting useful information from Evelyn. I have reason to suspect Cody and the wizards may be working together.”


    Makenna’s POV:


    The moment my words fell, a wave of incredulity swept over Bryan’s features. His brows knitted into a tight frown as he shook his head vigorously.


    “That’s impossible!” he eximed.


    Dominic’s face echoed Bryan’s disbelief, lost in a mire of contemtion, while yton regarded me with a flicker of doubt, clearly unconvinced by the notion of Cody’s entanglement with the Wizard n.


    “How could that possibly be true? Cody’s been our father’s most steadfast ally. Makenna, are you certain you haven’t misjudged this?” Bryan was the first to voice his skepticism, his toneced with uncertainty.


    I cast a nce at Jett, who caught my signal and stepped forward, his voice a low, unwavering rumble.


    “We’d rather not believe it ourselves, but the proof is irrefutable. The magic potion that had gued Dayton bears all the marks of Cody’s handiwork.”


    At that, the three princes’ expressions darkened like a storm rolling in. Bryan’s face flushed crimson with fury, his fists balling up as he surged forward, his voice a jagged de of outrage.


    “I’ll march straight to Cody and drag the truth out of him myself!”


    I swiftly seized his arm, my tone sharp with reprimand.


    “Rein it in! Cody’s a sly fox—you’ll get nothing charging in like a bull. Tip him off now, and you’ll only make a bad mess worse.”


    Held fast by my grip, Bryan halted, though his eyes still smoldered with unspent wrath.


    Dominic inclined his head in quiet ord, his voice measured.


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    “Makenna’s got the right of it. Without hard evidence, our hands are tied. Rattle Cody now, and we’ll only tangle the web further.”


    yton let out a heavy sigh, his brows creasing with worry.


    “But nabbing Evelyn will surely put Cody on edge. A cornered beast bites hardest, and that’ll make our task trickier still.”


    A faint smile tugged at my lips, my voice brimming with assurance.


    “Fret not. Jett and I cooked up a scheme on the way here.”


    “Oh?” Dominic arched a brow, a subtle thread of jealousy weaving through his tone.


    “And what clever plot have you hatched?”


    I nced at Jett, who shed a roguish smirk, mischief dancing in his eyes. He reached into his pocket and produced a delicate bottle, its contents glinting ominously in the dim light.


    “This potion will bind Evelyn and her ilk to our will. One sip, and any hint of treachery will stab her like a thousand arrows,” Jett exined, his calm demeanorced with a chilling edge.


    The princes fixed their gazes on the potion, nodding in silent approval of the n.


    Jett clutched the bottle firmly and advanced toward Evelyn.


    “No… please…” Evelyn recoiled in abject terror, stumbling back until the wall trapped her, her escape cut off.


    “You would do well to y along and spare yourself the pointless struggles,” Jett said icily, seizing her arm and moving to force the potion past her lips.


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