William
"Why isn't Valentina back yet?" I paced the foyer, waiting for her to come through the front door. For now, it remained stubbornly shut.
Emptiness answered me, and I grew more irate. And worried. Since she'd returned, she had never given me true reason to doubt her intentions to stay. Until now. "George!" I shouted impatiently. When he wasn't immediately before me, I repeated myself. "GEORGE!"
"Yes, Your Grace," George said, appearing slightly out of breath. "My apologies, I was out—"
"I don't care where you were, I care where Valentina is. Contact the guard responsible for tailing her today and get me an answer."
George looked down. "You see, Your Grace, I've only just heard... Roberts said—"
"ROBERTS!" I roared.
"Your Grace," Roberts said urgently, appearing quickly, press
