Damien leaned against a windowsill with his arms crossed. Evelyn rose from the couch.
Leo walked over to her. “Are you okay?”
“No,” she said, anger rising. “No, I’m not fucking okay!”
He stiffened at her tone. “Evelyn?—”
“You left me! You locked me in that room with Rory and then sent me away with Damien! You promised you would come back, but instead you put me on a boat!”
“I was?—”
“I found another body in my room! Did they tell you that?”
Leo paled. “What? They said another guard was here, but?—”
“He was in mybathtub!” Evelyn snarled.
Leo looked at Damien for an explanation.
A muscle in Damien’s jaw tensed. “I searched her room when we got here and there wasnothing. Five minutes after I left, he was just there.”
“Bodies can’t appear out of nowhere,” Leo argued.
“Do you think I don’t fucking know that? I checked every corner and closet and under the damn bed. I wouldn’t have left her in that room if I didn’t think she was safe.”
“Why did you leave her at all?”
“Why didyou?” Damien yelled. “I brought her back here on your fucking orders, Leo! Why am I babysitting yourwifewhile you pretend to be a soldier? There was zero reason for you to stay behind after Savatier arrived.”
“Is that true?” Evelyn asked. “Were you even doing anything?”
Leo turned to her. “I’m the king. I need to know what’s going on.”
“I’m the queen! Why don’t I get to know anything?”
“You were upset.”
“Of course I was! But you thought sending me to my room like a child was the best solution?”
Leo flushed. “That wasn’t how I meant it.”
Evelyn’s voice dropped low. “You trusted me after your father died. You kept me with you because you knew I could handle it and be helpful. When did you lose that faith in me?”
“Ididn’t, Evelyn. I just wanted you out of danger!”
“I think this morning proved that that’s not possible,” Damien muttered.
“This doesn’t involve you, Fontaine,” Leo snapped. “She’s my wife, not yours.”
“And I agreed to marry you,” Evelyn reminded him, “becauseyou promised I would be at your side! We’re supposed to be a team!”
“We are!” Leo said. “I?—”
“What do you suggest, Evelyn?” Damien interrupted.
She blinked at the sudden question. “What?”
Damien’s eyes held a challenge, like a teacher who knows his student can find the answer. “You want to be helpful. What should we do next? How do we figure out why bodies can suddenly move through walls?”
