*Frannie*
It is nearly two in the morning, but Greywind’s butler greets us in the entry hallway to take my wrap and Greywind’s bundled jacket and waistcoat. His bloodied shirt, however, remains on his person.
“Good Goddess, my alpha. I’ll send for your physician immediately.”
“No need, Wedgeworth. I’ve already been tended and it’s really nothing to worry over. Miss Tempest will be staying the night in Evangeline’s old room. Assign one of the maids to see to her needs while she’s here.”
“Yes, my alpha.”
It is strange, but as Greywind leads me up the sweeping stairs, I don’t feel the least bit uncomfortable approaching the floor that contains the bedchambers, and yet I think I should have. I think of the last time I’ve been here and all that has happened. He might tell me that h
