medical knowledge. The
compassion in Eric and Sophi
DeStroia’s eyes when they released
her from their service had been the
ultimate humiliation.
“Lord Ramsey, I would like you to
go with Adonia.” Fleur glanced
across the room to Ramsey
DeKieran and Adonia disguised a
laugh with a cough when he
abruptly straightened after a hard
poke from his wife. While the rest
of the party sat in the comfortable
sofas and chairs around Ari’s
office, DeKieran and his new wife
had remained lounging, side-byside, against the wall by the door.
Adonia had caught the intense
stares and occasional murmurs
Ram and Steffania had exchanged
throughout the past hour. From the
blush that crept up Steffania’s
cheeks when Ramsey fingered her
exquisite choker of beaten gold,
Adonia doubted that either had
heard much of what had transpired
in the last few minutes.
“Huh? What? Um, pardon me,
Ma’am. I didn’t catch what you
said.”
From the mischief in Fleur’s eyes,
Adonia revised her assumption.
Perhaps she was not the only one
to catch their interchange of heated
looks and whispers. “I wish you to
accompany Adonia to Nyth Uchel
and stay until she is ready to
return. She will need an escort
home and I don’t want her
dependent upon Prince DeHelios
or his people to provide one.”
Fleur’s gaze returned to Hel. “No
disrespect intended but should
Adonia wish to leave at any time, I
want her free to do so.” The
queen’s gaze then found Adonia.
“And Adonia, while you are most
capable, you will travel through
country with unknown dangers. It
will ease my heart to know y