Chapter Fourteen
Edmund froze beside Etta, his hand clamping like a vice around her arm as footsteps approached them across the courtyard.
She placed her hand over his for a moment before busying herself unhooking Verité from the wagon. After days of hard traveling, she wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and sleep. Guilt gnawed at her for the thought. Alex and Tyson were still captives and she could barely keep her eyes open.
“Edmund,” Anders’ harsh voice cut through the night air.
“What are you doing here?” Edmund turned his back on his father to unhook the second horse. Two stable lads took the horses toward the stables, but Edmund still hadn’t turned back to face Anders.
“I am commander of his Majesty’s forces.” He scowled. “You do not demand answers from me.”
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