Chapter Twenty-Two
Cold seeped into Amalie’s bones as she walked the halls of her seemingly empty estate. In truth, people surrounded her. Guards. Maids. Cooks.
And Tuck. He caught up to her, but she didn’t slow. Continuing to move was the only way to keep the ice from freezing her entirely.
“Just say it, Tuck.” She pulled her chestnut hair over one shoulder, weaving her fingers through the strands.
“Tyson and Edmund left. One of the servants brought the matter to me. I then questioned the stable lads and guards at the gate. They rode out early this morning.”
She’d known. Edmund had wished her well before leaving, but even before that, her conversation with Tyson in the early hours of the morning had the distinct feel of finality to it.
She wouldn’t see Tyson again. She’d pushed him
