Chapter Eleven
Corrin was on his feet and by her side in seconds, dragging her inside and sliding the door shut. He grabbed Sydney by the shoulders. “You are unhurt?”
Sydney could only nod.
He ran his hands down her arms. “You are certain.” One hand went to her chin and tilted her head back. “She did not hurt you?”
“What’s happening?”
His fingers left her chin to rest on her chest just below her pulse point. “I need to make you an amulet. You must never take it off. Gold. It needs to be gold.”
Sydney started to tremble as the anger evaporated. “What about Chelsea? And my parents? Who was that? Corrin?” She had a good idea, but she needed the words.
“I will not let her hurt you.”
“Who was it?” Her voice sounded stronger. She wasn’t some little kid to be shaking at the sight of an in
