Edmund's POV
The presence of crowds surrounding us faded into the background. All I could think of was my wife, whose cheeks and ears were reddened by the harsh cold air, in the arms of another man! I did not care if he was my nephew or some stranger.
At that point, I wanted to rip him apart. The limbs that held her. The body that touched hers. I wanted to tear him into pieces but I knew it would not solve anything. If anything, she would fear me more when we had progressed so much. So I restrained myself. Terribly.
"Why don't you just worry about your own wife and son?" I snarled under my breath.
I needed to resolve this as soon as possible. Any delay would freeze her to death. And for the most part, I wondered why she was not fighting back. Why was she running away again?
"I do!" Alistair defended himself with stutters. "B-but I also worry about Maise."
