"You let him escape!"
Rebecca's voice cut through the room like a blade. Jordan leaned against the wall of his mother's chambers, watching her pace back and forth with that familiar agitation he'd seen a thousand times before.
Her honey-blonde hair swung with each sharp turn, catching the lamplight. Her hands moved as she spoke, gesturing wildly in that way she did when she was trying to maintain control but losing it fast.
He felt nothing but mild irritation.
"After everything we planned," she continued, her voice rising. "You let that pompous bastard ride out on a horse while you stood there doing nothing!"
Jordan crossed his arms, letting her vent. She needed this. Needed to rage and scream and get it out of her system before they could actually discuss what came next. He'd learne
