“Where is Erin?” Alexander demanded as he rushed into the manor, startling Cahira, who was waiting for him.
“She’s in the kitchen,” she answered.
“Kitchen? Why?”
“Baking. We tried to get her to rest, but she is too anxious. Orla is with her to make sure she doesn’t overdo it. What exactly is going on?”
“Nate didn’t tell you?”
“No, but his tone was too serious for me to argue.”
“He is here,” Alexander said.
“He? He who?”
“The Rogue King. Erin recognized him in the dining hall.”
Cahira’s mouth fell open. It couldn’t be. Just how had their enemy gotten so close? It was several moments before she spoke again, “Wh-what are we going to do?”
“We are going to let Nate do his research,” Alexander said, “and we aren’t going to do anything rash.”
Cahira couldn’t help but chuckle. Alexande
