CHAPTER forty-eight: Take me to Chorleywood.

　　Amelia could feel his heartbeat slow beneath her fingertips at her words, almost as though he held his breath.

　　He turned to his side to look into her eyes, “My lady…I can explain.”

　　She placed a light finger over his lips, “Hush my love, you do not have to say anything. You did what you had to do. It was for the best.”

　　At this point, Conroy’s heartbeat had increased and it was racing beneath her palm, “What are you talking about, Amelia?”

　　“What you did…truth is you do not want Sian to hurt Arian’s second mate more than she has already, so you sent her to her father’s pack until she feels calm enough to return to the castle.”

　　The next breath escaped from his lungs in a whoosh, he had thought she meant Chorleywood…

　　He laid back, this time facing the stone ceilings of Amelia’s chambers, “Arian is wounded. He would never hurt Sian intentionally.” His voice was gruff.