Owen
I knock on Amelia’s bedroom door and wait.
She opens it a sliver to see who it is. When our eyes meet, she doesn’t open it any wider.
I suppose I deserve that.
Her blue eyes are guarded, and my heart clenches at the sight. Knowing my accusations, my walking away from her did that.
“Change into your training gear and gather your warmest coat. We’re going back to the hunting grounds.”
“Why?” she asks quietly.
I glance down the hallway in both directions. It’s empty, but I can’t risk anyone overhearing me.
My bedroom door opens, and Ava pops her head out. I don’t acknowledge her as I turn back to Amelia.
“I’ll explain once we’re on the way.”
Amelia watches my face for a moment. Maybe she thinks I’m taking her back to that noose that might still be hanging at the middle e
