Don’t let her lose the baby.
Be me. Be me. Take care of her.
Take her to the northern lands.
*Ethan*
My brother’s dying words. Odd at the end. As though taking his mate on holiday is of prime importance. Maybe he regretted never taking her. It is a beautiful place.
On bended knee, I kneel before Nathan’s vault. It has been three days since Josie learned the truth, and I have yet to speak with her. She takes her meals in her bedchamber. I am not certain she ever leaves the room. Twice I have gone into it, only to have her turn her back on me and demand that I leave.
The servants know something is amiss, as I have moved into the other wing. I can’t be certain she won’t run a poker through me in the dead of night. Although I can’t deny that I deserve it, and worse.
“I mucked things up,
