Maisie
"I demand to speak to Prince Soren. That vixen bride of his did this! I know it!"
The yells grew louder when we reached the first floor, where four guards and Brynn blocked off Lord and Lady Graham, the latter whose cheeks were black with soot, and the ends of her hair looked… fried. Other than that and burned hem of her nightrobe, she seemed unharmed.
"I am truly sorry for the loss of your home," Brynn was saying, sounding like the head of an HR department. "But you must understand that the Prince wishes not to be disturbed and I would need to consult with him first before letting you in–"
Lady Graham caught us by the edge of the staircases and my eyes widened when eyes like chips of ice knocked into me. "You!"
I ducked behind Soren.
"Are you using me as your human shield, Adams?" he laughed.
"Isn't that what husbands are for?" I whispered, heart thudding.
