Syeira stared after Nicolae and shook her head. He’d been spoiled to the point of ruination, and now his belief that the world and everything in it belonged to him could well have foiled plans decades in the making.
Still, there might be one thing she could do to remedy this.
She swung up onto one of the horses—she was spryer than one might have thought given her age—and tapped the mare’s sides with her heels.
It didn’t take long for her to arrive at the big house on the next estate. She located the correct window and left the horse beneath the tree outside it.
The window was latched, but that didn’t concern her. She managed to get into the room anyway and stood over the young sir, who was whimpering and tossing restlessly in his sleep.
“Oh, my son. If you had but kept that charm.” Sh
