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“I knew that I would find you here.”
Jaime swung around and stared blankly at the countess of Surrey.
“Come now, my dear. Come with me, at once.” Frances reached out and grabbed Jaime by the hand. “Surrey has had servants out searching the entire palace. I believe they’re preparing the grappling lines for a search of the trout pond. We mustn’t make things worse by keeping him waiting, you know.”
Somewhat stunned, Jaime took couple of steps, before recovering herself and planting her feet.
“Wait,” she protested, turning and looking back into Malcolm’s empty room. “Where is he?”
Frances slipped her arm through Jaime’s and propelled her with firmness down the hall. “Later, my dear. Later. We simply must hurry now. Surrey hasn’t much patience, I’m afraid, when it comes to waiting.”
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