She pulled away and flattened her palms against her stomach. The smile that had been there before was no longer visible. “I have too much to do here. I can’t just leave.”
Tyson grunted as he helped Dell down into a chair. “If you don’t leave, where were you when we arrived?”
Amalie turned a scowl on him. “That is none of your concern, Prince.” She said the title as if it were a weapon before facing Dell. “Is this the man Maiya healed? He shouldn’t be out of bed.”
“That’s what I said,” Helena muttered. She thought no one had heard her until Amalie fixed her with a suspicious glare. “Edmund, Tyson, what trouble have you brought to my door? Cameron said something about a princess.”
Edmund rubbed the back of his neck. “Amalie, meet Helena of Madra.”
Amalie only raised an eyebrow at that.
