Chapter Seven
The palace of Gaule was foreign to Helena, yet so familiar. Servants bustled by, preparing for the next morning’s duties. Guards watched her, always aware of the stranger in their midst.
She’d felt someone following her as she left the royal wing and knew who it was without turning around.
“They sent you after me?” She said, not stopping.
Dell appeared from the shadows. “You shouldn’t have left.”
“I said what I came to say. She spoke her own words. I’ve lived my life around people who make decisions in a kingdom and I can read the signs of a lost cause. We all needed a moment to breathe.”
“Len.” He gripped her arm to halt her steps.
“We have to get him, Dell.” She turned, conscious of the eyes on her.
Heavy steps thudded down the hall and Edmund’s grim face appeared.
