I kept my anger in check, my voice low and cold. “I want the security footage. Then I never want to see your face again.”
“Yes, sir,” the man stammered, stumbling backward before turning and bolting into the guard shack.
Only when we were alone did I give August my full attention. “You’re right. This is very bad. If Amanda’s crossed into the North, we might never find her.”
“The king waited too long to announce she was wanted,” August said, his jaw tight with frustration. “I get that he wanted to avoid a public scandal, but this is bigger than him now. Too big to keep under wraps.”
I nodded grimly. “All we can do now is pool our resources and watch the border. We don’t even know for sure if it was Amanda who crossed—and even if it was, there’s no telling if she’s come back.
