*Dashiel*
While Zac grills Shipton about Freya, I slip down the hall and quietly press my ear up against the door.
I hear Woodside’s muffled voice. “It’s almost sundown. Almost time for our wedding. I’ll take care of you later.”
“Can’t she come with us?” Angel pleads. “I wouldn’t want to get married without any of my family present.”
“Forget it. That ill-bred chit has caused me enough trouble tonight as it is. In a few minutes we’ll leave.”
“Then we can come back for Freya?”
There is a long pause. “Actually, I think we will not. Someone will find her like this eventually, and won’t that be a merry tale for the gossip-mongers? Perhaps we should add a blindfold to her current attire. Or perhaps she shouldn’t be attired at all.”
I slip back down the hall. I have heard enough.
“What’s
