“Where were you? We wasted time searching the entire castle,” Sylbia demanded, and her contempt stirred Alyssa’s anger.
“Wherever the hell I wanted to be. I left you a message with Elba, which she did not give you, and which I knew she would not. I suggest you worry less about my whereabouts and more about those of your daughter. I doubt my husband would be impressed if his third cousin came up pregnant with some stable hand’s spawn,” Alyssa had not intended to take months of frustration out on Sylbia, but even she had limits.
The nasty edge did not surprise her—she was reacting to Abigail’s emotional state. Yet another complication.
Somewhere, Abigail was almost clapping her hands. Her approval made Alyssa frown. She should apologize, but the shock on Sylbia’s face kept her quiet. T
