Adeline’s POV
The moment Vincent’s body hit the stone, Myra’s scream tore the garden apart.
“Daddy!”
Her small hands clawed at my coat, her eyes wide with terror. She didn’t understand what had just happened, but she understood enough to know it was bad. She dropped to her knees beside him, sobbing so hard her little shoulders shook.
“Myra,” I caught her by the arms and turned her toward the waiting carriage. “Listen to me. You must get inside, now.”
“But Daddy…”
“No.” My voice cracked sharper than I intended, but I forced it steady. “You’ll be safe there. The guards will stay with you.”
Tears streaked her face, but she nodded when she heard the edge in my tone. I gestured quickly to the nearest soldiers. “Take her. Keep her in the carriage. Do not let her come back out.”
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