Francesca put a hand over her stomach gently. She sat next to Everly as the two women gazed absently in the fire in front of them.
"What are we doing here?" Everly asked. She felt defeated. She had heard nothing from Hope, for all she knew, Hope was dead in a ditch on the side of the road.
"She's not dead," Francesca said softly, putting a hand on Everly's arm as she read her thoughts on her face.
"We don't know that," Everly said, shaking her head in sorrow. "She could be."
"The King would know, he would know if she died. He would feel it. I can feel when Gavin is hurt, he would feel if she had died," Francesca said certainly.
"You can feel when Gavin is hurt because you and Gavin have marked each other. I can't feel Alexander. I haven't marked him back yet. Hope and Finn haven't mar
