Amelia could barely handle the truth. Knowing that Lady Annalyse was killed by Liam, all because of her, was rather disturbing. Even if he had told her earlier, it seemed not to have registered fully until the man came asking for the woman's remains.
How long had Liam known her? Months? Years? How could he kill her so easily? How callous did that make him?
She was sure she was projecting her thoughts loud and clear, and even if he wasn't reading her mind, her squirming about while he held her to his chest surely said enough about how perturbed she was by the idea of the kill.
"Pray tell what is wrong, my dear?" He had the nerve to ask in his monotone voice.
"Release me!" She told him angrily as she struggled to break free, but to no avail.
When the retreating steps of the man fa
