Chapter Thirteen
Brea
“Let us go.” Brea bucked and kicked against the soldier lifting her down from the back of his horse. “Your king will hear about this.” If Lochlan still cared after everything that happened. She glanced back at her unconscious father, wondering if she should reveal his identity. They’d knocked him out when he’d tried to explain the situation.
No. She wouldn’t tell anyone but Lochlan.
The guards looked to each other and chuckled. “Callum O’Shea is no longer our king, little girl. He will not be able to save Fargelsian nobles.”
“Fargelsian.” Brea stomped on his foot. “Take that back!”
“It’s no use,” Griff muttered. “The minute they saw you with me, any trust you might have had was gone. And your father looks like a Fargelsian through and through.”
Griff didn’t eve
