21

THAYER

In a furious rage, I paced back and forth and threw out curses known to man. 

One of my bodyguards came down from Kennedy’s room. Judging by the look on his face, I already figured out what he was about to say. 

“Where’s the woman assisting Kennedy?”

“She’s in the room.” He dropped his gaze, colors draining from his face.

“What the fuck is she doing there?” My blood boiled, knowing nobody could talk to Kennedy to change her mind or stop her until I arrived. 

I forced myself to think straight, but nothing I could think of other than my selfishness and guilt screwing my head.

“Miss Arina has the jewelry, and she’s— she’s crying, worried of losing her job, Your Highness.” Of course, she was.

If Lud couldn’t stop her from leaving, what Arina could have done? Kennedy was no weakling—she was strong-willed, smart, and motivated, but she was also fiery and impatient.

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