Fifty-Two
Prince Cadoc
We searched for her. The polo match was held on at an equestrian center, but to make it seem less posh it was called the farm. The match was put off, and soon everyone was alerted that Penelope had gone missing. I wanted to believe that she had gotten lost in the woods. Perhaps gone somewhere to get away from Lord Crowe and his domineering presence, or to escape the insufferable Aiden.
But each hour that we searched, I grew less and less certain and more worried. As we searched the woods, Jasper walked along with me.
“She’ll be okay, you know,” he told me.
I frowned. “We don’t know that, and with everything that’s going on, this could be The Guillotine or the Royalists or some other group that we haven’t
