CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Would the betrayals never end?
Alex stormed through the castle, nothing in his head but rage. He couldn’t see the people he passed or the guards that followed at a distance. The only thing on his mind was his destination.
His fist sounded like thunder on the door to the dowager queen’s suite. She let him in but didn’t shrink away from his ire.
“Mother,” he growled. “Tell me why I just saw Tyson accompanying Etta out of the palace?”
The queen’s eyes widened as she gasped. “You didn’t stop them, did you?”
He slammed the still open door and charged farther into the room. “Of course not. If I had, I’d have sent both Etta and Edmund to the hangman.”
She released a breath she’d been holding, and the anger began to drain from him as he studied his mother’s worried face.
