Caspian:
“Where did he go?” I asked my warriors, my fists clenched.
It was unbelievable that they let him walk away--especially when they knew I hated him.
“Lady Genevieve let him go,” the warrior answered, bowing his head to avoid meeting my eyes.
“Why didn’t you call me?” I groaned, throwing my hands down and rushing straight into the mansion to confront Genevieve.
They talked about something--and she let him go?
That was unlike her. She was so angry with the wild ones for killing her father, yet she didn’t do anything about it? And she hated my father--why would she let him walk away on his feet?
“Genevieve!” I called for her, reaching the guest room.
“Genevieve?”
Knocking vigorously, I started pacing around impatiently.
Something had been decided between them, and I needed to
